How can we be content with the mystery of life? Why do we accept so much information from all of these outside sources (science, religion, media, whatever) and just shrug our shoulders and say, "ok."
Are people actually just ok with not knowing about life? Not knowing what the hell is going on? I am asking a lot of questions here without answers, but the mind boggling part is this: how are we just ok to live our lives either accepting meaninglessness or buying into some childish dogma that can't stand more than 2 minutes of scrutiny?
We actually haven't even solved the chicken or the egg question for ourselves, but we live as though the answer is obvious. But is it? We are nothing more than mindless robots programmed into believing all kinds of things. For instance, nutrition. I have been a hard-core vegetarian turned voracious meat eater with absolutely no change in the feeling of my well being. Who knows if anything that people say is good for us really is? Or what is bad isn't good? If we do experience some sort of relationship, which came first, the symptom or the belief that there could be a symptom?
Why do we act like lambs headed for the slaughter? Living...or being lived for some other larger machine without really taking anytime whatsoever to wonder. Even for a minute...what is real? Thoreau said, "man's capacities have never been measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents, so little has been tried." So little has been tried. So LITTLE has been tried! We know almost nothing through self-verification. How can we be content with that?
I LOVE this.
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