Being inquisitive by nature, I have spent (wasted?) a lot of time trying to figure out why things are the way they are. I'm not sure I have got very far after all these years. The craziness of life in general - and the way people tick in particular - has only increased in scale the more I have tried to make sense of 'it'.
Obviously, it would be much easier not to think about such things. I sometimes long for an off button that would shut down the part of my brain that devotes itself to puzzling and wondering. This function is very similar to a Jack Russell terrier, famed for never letting go once it has sunk its teeth into some unfortunate's fleshy parts.
Love is supposed to be the answer to everything, or at least the antidote. It is all we need, chanted John, Paul, George and Ringo. The Buddhists say that loving one's self is the route to loving all things, at which point one reaches blissful Enlightenment. If only it was that simple.
Lust is commonly mistaken for love. While it is a useful precursor for reproduction, which is all that is required by evolution, lust doesn't automatically translate into love. Love means putting another person's survival ahead of one's own. I'm not sure how many 'lovers' subscribe to self-extinction when Hobson's Choice rears its head.
Of course, we must do everything to remain positive minded, despite all that life throws at us. In the dark before the dawn, what sustains me is the gritty resolve not to be broken by the hurricane force winds of injustice that blow incessantly through the human forest.
Could the world be any different to what it is now? In theory, yes. In practice, I suggest the opposite. The same laws of 'survival of the fittest' that have led to more than seven billion of us human viruses living and breathing on this rock have governed that we must have power structures that deny the good life to all but a handful at the 'top'.
Knowledge should be the measure of fitness, or rather wisdom or to use the most correct term: sapience. I would be delighted to remain a lowly serf if people like Einstein and Gandhi were in charge of our destiny. Instead, we consistently have a breed of intellectual lightweights grabbing and holding onto the reigns of power every generation, their one quality being the ability to hoodwink the vast majority while feathering the nests of the tiny minority.
Summing all this up, I have to find a new approach to discovering the true meaning of life. Rather than look at the whole picture, which is overwhelmingly depressing and almost impossible to carry inside one single brain, perhaps I should look at specimen information and assess the totality based on a broad sampling. For example, instead of reading whole paragraphs of data, perhaps I could just collect the first letters of the first word and see what this all adds up to. Maybe the result will make better sense of everything. Yes, I think I'll try this, starting with this very blog article as an experiment.
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