Somewhere in the labyrinth of one of his essays, Borges claimed that a very lowly, uneducated, filled with hatred and disgust individual was in reality having a reason to exist, only not for himself, but as an inspiration of a literary character to some author.
This caused me to think again some old idea, that so many people seem to me to be living an existence which has no value, no meaning, no plan or quest.
Granted that to them many others may seem to be resembling that for which i took them for, but perhaps it can be logically argued that a majority of people live their lives with no meaning at all, either because they are not seeking a meaning, or because they fail to acquire one.
My own life has a clear meaning in my view, which is a double meaning: I inevitably influence the people around me, both in positive and in negative ways, both in accounted for and mostly in unknown to me ways. But mostly the meaning is found in my own esoterism, my literary and philosophical work, my thousands of pages of notes and paragraphs, which present in them a figure, some common center of the infinite circles and spirals formed around it.
The author Franz Kafka once wrote in his diary that in his view he was in this earth so as to describe the world he had in his head. I suspect this is true for all authors, but most people are not part of this group; most people perhaps have a relationship with art, but not as creators of it.
Also i have known people who were utterly horrible. Some bully in school, some person in the family, both lower than low physiognomies and characters. But one has to think that if there is some meaning in all this, then their existence has a reason as well. After all there would have been no Franz Kafka if there was not his father, who triggered his ruin.
Of course many people do not think there is a meaning. I do not like this idea though, and never did. I am pretty sure that if i actually thought there was no meaning at all, then i would be sunk in nihilism. Dostoevsky claims somewhere that "If god does not exist, then anything is allowed". Substitute god with "meaning" and i could agree, although i am not claiming that i would automatically become immoral if i thought all meaning had vanished.
So TL: DR: If you were in a labyrinth, you would feel afraid not just because you run the serious risk of being eternally lost there, but also due to the labyrinth's meaning, the minotaur in the center who you might have been walking nearer to with every step, nearer that tormentor of your flesh which would be severed by his teeth. But, inverted, this also means that if you walk in the grand labyrinth outside the common labyrinthine shape, that is the grand labyrinth of the cosmos, could you ever strive to do anything if not for a meaning in the epicenter of your attention? Is not the very fact that man tends to move along, and forward,with innumerable urges and wishes, revealing perhaps of some deeper sense of being meaningful as a creature?
And even more TL: DR: Do you believe in this life having a meaning? And if you believe so, why? And if you do not believe so, what justifies your continued existence in your view?
This caused me to think again some old idea, that so many people seem to me to be living an existence which has no value, no meaning, no plan or quest.
Granted that to them many others may seem to be resembling that for which i took them for, but perhaps it can be logically argued that a majority of people live their lives with no meaning at all, either because they are not seeking a meaning, or because they fail to acquire one.
My own life has a clear meaning in my view, which is a double meaning: I inevitably influence the people around me, both in positive and in negative ways, both in accounted for and mostly in unknown to me ways. But mostly the meaning is found in my own esoterism, my literary and philosophical work, my thousands of pages of notes and paragraphs, which present in them a figure, some common center of the infinite circles and spirals formed around it.
The author Franz Kafka once wrote in his diary that in his view he was in this earth so as to describe the world he had in his head. I suspect this is true for all authors, but most people are not part of this group; most people perhaps have a relationship with art, but not as creators of it.
Also i have known people who were utterly horrible. Some bully in school, some person in the family, both lower than low physiognomies and characters. But one has to think that if there is some meaning in all this, then their existence has a reason as well. After all there would have been no Franz Kafka if there was not his father, who triggered his ruin.
Of course many people do not think there is a meaning. I do not like this idea though, and never did. I am pretty sure that if i actually thought there was no meaning at all, then i would be sunk in nihilism. Dostoevsky claims somewhere that "If god does not exist, then anything is allowed". Substitute god with "meaning" and i could agree, although i am not claiming that i would automatically become immoral if i thought all meaning had vanished.
So TL: DR: If you were in a labyrinth, you would feel afraid not just because you run the serious risk of being eternally lost there, but also due to the labyrinth's meaning, the minotaur in the center who you might have been walking nearer to with every step, nearer that tormentor of your flesh which would be severed by his teeth. But, inverted, this also means that if you walk in the grand labyrinth outside the common labyrinthine shape, that is the grand labyrinth of the cosmos, could you ever strive to do anything if not for a meaning in the epicenter of your attention? Is not the very fact that man tends to move along, and forward,with innumerable urges and wishes, revealing perhaps of some deeper sense of being meaningful as a creature?
And even more TL: DR: Do you believe in this life having a meaning? And if you believe so, why? And if you do not believe so, what justifies your continued existence in your view?
