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life is meaningless
or, if you want a slightly less biased approach, meaning is constructed. sometimes rather shabbily, as with ayn rand, who bases it around the need to survival. everyone wants to survive but that doesn't mean that survival is somehow meaningful in itself, it has to be given meaning by the human subject. if you're not relying on the bible to hand down meaning then all you have to rely on are the words of other people, ie humanity ie yourself. which is the same thing as saying that meaning is constructed which is the same thing as saying that in itself life is meaningless. might i suggest reading myth of sisyphus? |
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i agree. meaning is a man-made concept, and therefore the only relevant (or even possible) meaning is assigned by man.
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To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. |
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who isn't looking for happiness? but there's a big gap between hedonism and objective meaning and morality. i understand that i am a pleasure-seeking being but if anything that makes my life seem more meaningless, since i know all pleasures are transitory and will just be replaced by another yearning, and so on, and so on, until i die. |
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