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essence, humanity, life, me, mystery, plinky themes, rambles, understanding, washcloths
Inspiration doesn’t care where you are and what you’re doing — it just hits, *BAM*. Where’s the craziest place and time you’ve had a great idea? –Courtesy of Plinky.
So. I don’t believe I had such a great idea; it’s more of an uncovering of the truth as I can know it.
I was folding the laundry in the living room the other day, specifically folding wash cloths. I have no idea how I began to think about humans and our fate, but here I was folding and thinking about human nature. And all the good we can do. And also how easy it is to be cruel and screw up life as we know it. I was thinking about how far humans had come and how it looks like humanity has hit a wall. Obviously there is still innovation, but it’s easy to wonder if all this new technology has a good intention. Then I thought about human history and then aliens and if life on earth is just a huge experiment put on by another galactic race. If we are an experiment perhaps one the scientist will just put it to an end. I don’t know. Of course, now my brain rambles on to think about the formation of the universe. What was there before earth? Before the milky way? It’s mind boggling. How did humanity end up here? It’s very circular, my thought process with questions like this.
And then I got this weird feeling of fulfillment. Like my conscious had taken as much as it could and then it dawned on me that I will never understand the universe or people or how all the lives before mine made it through life. Basically, I will never understand life. The basic, nitty gritty essence of it. At least not now.
But maybe there isn’t anything to really understand. I should just accept the life I was given and make the best of it. I don’t need to know the meaning of life to be happy.
I’m beginning to realize why people like religion so much. It answers quite a few unanswerable questions.
That’s very cynical. But what can I say? In 5 minutes of folding washcloths I had decided that part of what makes us human is that we are mysterious and that we will never understand everything. Not worth spending precious time contemplating questions that will never be answered.
That was probably the last intellectual thought I’ve had in a while. ha. Most of my thoughts since the beginning of break consist of the words “sleep”, “couch”, “book”, “food”, and “never leaving my room again”.
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Stay Excellent!
Yours Troubie, Cranberry Lorraine