Life Has No Meaning
By Jack Don McLovin - Multidiscplinarian -- Jack Has Been writing pages a day for the past 10 years under varying anonymous accounts, always drifting from place to place trying to gain popularity in a group, and start again, and repeat.
Meaning is an interesting phenomenon. Primarily I wish to say that if life had no meaning, it would be meaningless to experience the everything that is involved in living. And so if everything were meaningless, it would be meaningless to say so and so you ought to shut right up. If life did have a meaning, not what would it be, but how would we find it? What are we even searching for? What does meaning look like?
When you walk down the street and see a rose, what is the meaning of stopping to smell it? If it means something to you enough to do it, then you win that battle for an easy victory. Alas, the smell of a rose, what does it remind you of, how does it make you feel? If you can't even come close to describing it, is it something worth pondering? If life had no meaning, there would be no way I could get you out of that hell hole, nothing I could describe would be a rope out of that ditch because none of what I say here would have meaning either. It would be empty words on a page with nothing but the interpretability for sounds not worth emitting.
What do you mean by meaning? It sounds tautological, a circular question, something that doesn't make sense to ask. But I aim to ask it seriously of those who are really considering this as an option. Surely you don't mean the synonym average. Surely you are talking about purpose, or some kind of capitalist notion of extracting something of value out of the life you get to live. You die at the end so it becomes quite serious when you start saying that life has no meaning. It is a very dimly lit and blue phrase to state. When you state it you exhale a breath and find no rush to make another. You let go of an energy and slowly come to terms with your death and the shortness of life. You start to consider doing something to end it, and perhaps making that something quite dangerous for a last ditch attempt at actually experiencing something fun for once.
When I ask you about the relationships of an apple, and start to refer to it's stem, and the peel, the seeds, and core, the tree that grew it, and the one perchanced to eat it... when I ask you about them, can you then ask what is the meaning of the apple, or what is the meaning of asking about it's relationships? What does it really mean to ask about meaning? You are still trying to extract a value like trying to mine gold for a profit from ancient mines when simply buying pre-mined gold is cheeper. When you TRY to EXTRACT VALUE you'll see that it is you making demands on the system, and that comes at a cost, because it is greater than the supply.
If you were to see that there is very little supply of meaning in a haphazard society and an inerrant life, then perhaps you would be more grateful for the meanings of things you have indeed found. Have you ever interpreted anything to have meaning? Have you never read a good book, lived a story, had an experience, travelled to a different village than the one you grew up in? I would suggest that if you think life has no meaning then you have some serious soul searching to do. You may not even think there exists such a thing as a soul. And that's fine, it's hard to find what you're not looking for. Does that mean anything to you?
