meaning-of-life

A person shattered by their loss in faith must come to terms with the underlying fear and tension of his or her austere solitude and knowingly accept that the universe is utterly indifferent to a person__ survival. Establishment of an ethical code _ a philosophical stance _ that enables a person to accept the absurdity of living in a world indifferent to them is the ultimate challenge.

Without your stories, without your heroes and their awesome powers, how could you explain this, this here, this incomprehensible real that ever refuses to embrace any rule, any cliché besides the intransigent, pathetic truth that we all end, that no one comes back.

Nothing that happens is meant to happen or not meant to happen. The __eant_ is the story we tell ourselves that allows us to make sense of what is fundamentally senseless. Does this make our lives less important? Only if that__ the story you want to tell yourself. Where do the stories end? They don__. It__ stories all the way down. And all the way up.

Even Aristotle, master of pure reason, said: 'The friend of wisdom is also a friend of myth.

We all see the same thing, but interpretive it differently.

Life never ceases having a meaning for a humble person. The freedom of choice, the sovereignty that we hold over our own souls, enables a person to discover the meaning of his or her own life every day, even in suffering or death.

We Born, Get Education, Get Jobs, Earn, Spend, Save And Eventually Die. That Can't Be Right. There Must Be Something Important We're Missing. We're Too Busy Following That Same Circle That We Forget Our Main Purpose of Life, To Know Ourselves....

We are here because over billions of years, countless variables fell into place, any of which could have taken another path. We are essentially a beautiful fluke, as are the millions of other species with which we share this planet. Our cells are composed of atoms and dust particles from distant galaxies, and from the billions of living organisms that inhabited this planet before us.

Life _doesn't _happen _suddenly. _It fades _in.

As far as we can tell, from a purely scientific viewpoint, human life has absolutely no meaning. Humans are the outcome of blind evolutionary processes that operate without goal or purpose. Our actions are not part of some divine cosmic plan, and if planet Earth were to blow up tomorrow morning, the universe would probably keep going about business as usual.

Human beings are so destructive. I sometimes think we're a kind of plague, that will scrub the earth clean. We destroy things so well that I sometimes think, maybe that's our function. Maybe every few eons, some animal comes along that kills off the rest of the world, clears the decks, and lets evolution proceed to its next phase.

Everything has a hidden secret meaning to be revealed or to be sealed.

Whatever we are, whatever we make of ourselves, is all we will ever have _ and that, in its profound simplicity, is the meaning of life.

In the purifying sweep of atheism human beings lost all special value. The numb misery of the horse was matched by that of the farmer; the once-green ferny lives crushed into coal's fossiliferous strata were no more anonymous and obliterated than Clarence's own life would soon be, in a wink of earth's tremendous time. Without Biblical blessing the physical universe became sherry horrible and disgusting. All fleshy acts became vile, rather than merely some. The reality of men slaying lambs and cattle, fish and fowl to sustain their own bodies took on an aspect of grisly comedy--the blood-soaked selfishness of a cosmic mayhem.

It__ human nature to find patterns where there are none and to find skill where luck is a more likely explanation.

And it is a profound consolation, perhaps the only one, to this haunted animal that wastes most of a long and ghostly life wandering the future and the past on its hind legs, looking for meanings, only to see in the eyes of others of its kind that it must die.

Actually, what does man live for?___o think about it. Any other question?_ __es. Why does he die just when he has done that and has become a bit more sensible?_ __ome people die without having become more sensible.___on__ evade my question. And don__ start talking about the transmigration of souls._ ____l ask you something else first. Lions kill antelopes; spiders flies; foxes chickens; which is the only race in the world that wars on itself uninterruptedly, fighting and killing one another?_ __hose are questions for children. The crown of creation, of course, the human being_ who invented the words love, kindness, and mercy._ __ood. And who is the only being in Nature that is capable of committing suicide and does it?_ __gain the human being_ who invented eternity, God, and resurrection.___xcellent,_ Ravic said. __ou see of how many contradictions we consist. And you want to know why we die?

There is one experience that brings joy or happiness to every living being. The experience of love.