Putting everything into perspective and looking at the age and magnitude of the universe, I am beginning to realize with stark clarity and maybe a bit of amusement, the reality of my own insignificance on this earth.
So what is it that we strive for that would make this instantaneous flash that we call life worth living?
Maybe passions, define human existence, without it we would possibly be kept in a trance.
There is the saying that everyone has a twin, maybe its because we are all really so similar, bound by the same restrictions in form, bonds, relationships.
Our genetic code , all of us, dictated by the same 4 nucleotides, why then do we impose the ego and look for differences or for a moment would dare to be blinded by the thought ’I am special’?
Then there is of course religions, invented to make us feel 'special', 'favored' less insignificant maybe?
And then who can forget Race.
Add in culture, separate, language barriers...my my we aren't drones, but nevertheless still fated to face an end.
Memory, life, after death, time uses its magic , you will be forgotten , or remembered if particularly spectacular or notorious, depending on the century, or era, the memory of you will switch sides, depending on what is popular opinion at that time or what new mystery was un-veiled.
Aristotle lost his position overnight,
Nothing is constant, Nothing is guaranteed, there is always someone or something that will prove you wrong...
Constantly, life reassures me of just how much I really do not know.
Life is life, experience it, observe it, live it other than that what else is there to do?
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Some pensive thoughts....
You sound almost Kierkegaardian...death is the only sure thing we as humans know so all our actions, in the face of this harsh reality of death seem meaningless and pitiful. Existentialist thought is often too painful and bitter to confront let aside accept so you must be very brave or else at an all time low to be contemplating thus. If it's the latter, snap out of it coz it never did much good.
Life is a set of chances; take them or else you'll always wonder what you might have had!
I think that by realizing my own insignificance I can actually set myself free. I just don't want to be held in place with beliefs that will trap me in the past, and obscure the present. Life is fluid I want to move with it. It was an attempt at optimism, in realizing that death is guaranteed and final and probably the worse thing that can happen but as long as I'm alive,Life, that breathes and pulsates with richness and splendor is happening all around me.
Life, when I think about it, make me feel like Ganga... a river who's ultimate goal is to reach out to sea and loose its own identity... but then that is only a goal, but its not life.
Life is being Ganges, moving from the skipping, hopping, jumping in the early stages from Himalaya (Gangotri)taking along with some friends like stones that you shape... then moving in to the plains with force, flood, richness of life giver to the plains... then going on to the delta .. where she slows down to think contemplate and then finally merge... this is life.. and in the same process, you have been able to touch some one, make some one happy, make some one reach his/her goal and finally without thinking of your ego / self etc merge with supereme consciousness with peace of mind is what I believe is life...
I have agreed with Stephen Hawkins, our insignificance etc.. but when one does not believe in EGO, then there is no question of being significant or insignificant... Some times reading Gita makes you feel like Lord Krishna supereme consciousness.... but only if you are egoless...
I am sorry about this long comment.. but these are thoughts that came just to my mind.. and come to think of it I must put this in my blog too...
Om namah Shivaya
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i've been looking for your blog for the past hour. kept spelling mandi instead of nandi
lee, me tinketh me had this conversation wit u one sleepless nite. must have fallen asleep while u sprekens cuz me can still hear u talkin when me closeth me eyes at nite. oi oieth.....
by d way: u does tink too much....be like me.....don't tink...u be less cwazy!
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