Questions…
I posted this reply to a message in our e-group:
Sometimes, questions don’t have to be answered. It’s already sufficient to think about it. We may not fully (or ever) answer the question but sill be guided by the question itself. Some questions have answers but aren’t and don’t need to be categorized as right or wrong.Should you want to ask the question or not care at all, its your choice
Sometimes, knowing the truth will lead us to even greater questions, greater fear, or greater understanding. Oedipus, anyone?
Anyway, I don’t know if any of these are interesting or not but I just wanted to share my personal comments…some may not even be related…just thoughts sparked by the quesions…
On 11/11/05, Rychus wrote:
do we have to find significance for ourselves?
Depends…sometimes though, significance finds me but I don’t realize it until later… o.O Yet, it’s only for a part of my life…as for the rest, I’m still young
what do you seek for?
what are you looking for?
Food! hehehe…partially kiddng 
God, happiness, life, love, and to share it 
what do you seek for in life?
to see angels and demons perhaps?
to venture into the abyss, the unknown?
to break the barriers of time or space?
Each of us has their own passion in life. Should you dwell into one subject or another, it’s by choice. Me? I want to be amazed, amused, mystified, faced with challenges…Where/how? Sometimes it doesn’t matter…
to be wanting nothing?
to be contented, happy in the simplest way possible?
This would be interesting. What I do want is that I don’t base my happiness on temporal / eartly goods. But this doesn’t mean that people are off the list.
are we destined for far better things?
or doomed to be in the wasteland we call earth?
Far better things? What is better anyway? A simple life where technology may not be as good but with people living as humans, the communities well bonded, etc…Or a complicated life were we play too many roles to handle in a noisy world where we try to rush all the time yet spend so much time in traffic?
Another question is: Will we still be on earth? Anyway, for that to happen, we should be able to get the right source of energy, get a good means of transpo, find a nice new home, etc.
are we designed for the answers?
or for mere query, the sense of searching for the impossible?
is there really such a thing as impossible?
or are we merely detained, contained by our own definitions?
Impossible? Maybe improbable but not impossible….
Sometimes, the way we thing is affected by our grammar rules, word definitions, etc…But language is arbitrary & flexible. Sometimes, we “invent” words when we cannot express ourselves with our current vocabulary. Pretty neat
do we abide by the rules? logic? laws?
the mind, is it the one that binds our will?
There are deviants, right?
Anyway, the rules are defined by what people think are just, morally correct and the like…so following a law in one place may be a crime punishable by death in another…
Social construct! (just as our educational system is another for us to become “model citizens”…)
are we spirits entombed in bodies?
or are we tombs blessed by twisted fates?
Does it really matter? Will answering this make any difference?
is death merely a passing of life?
is life even significant?
but what is life?
how do you know you are existent, present?
is there really a purpose for existence?
or is existence a curse from absence?
I guess only other questions rise from these. Why do we go to such great lengths to preserve life? Why do people murder, commit suicide, mutilate themselves or hurt each other? Why do people give up thier lives for others, thier ideals or for no reason at all? Can life exist without death? What is life without death? Is living different from existing? After death, do we still exist? Why do people still long for those who have gone ahead of us? Do we miss them or do we feel left behind?
Just another thought…We serve as testimonials to each other’s existence.
how do you shape reality when it glares out of idealism?
tis an inevitable flare to the eye
the light glares so, it burns my eyes
the shadows dissipate at the coming of reason
the world dies as reason is born
Blue pill or red pill?
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