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seems i'm awake...maybe
10.15.03 10:24 a.m.
we live a life replete with pain, self-induced isolation, and frustration, both feeling these and bringing them to others, then one day we die, bringing pain to any we may have become close to in our stay here. so...why? what are we doing on this cold, unforgiving rock? instinct tells us that this can't be all there is, yet many times it's all we feel. the idea, the burgeoning hope, is that we should be able to somehow transcend this existence and, in rising above it, learn how to deal with pain. yet the pain does not disappear as we learn how to accept it. we are supposed to experience connections of the soul with others, One other in particular, in such a way that they outweigh the pain; well, they've got a lot of weight to gain. the question at the bottom of this is, "why was life made like this in the first place?" the only theory of origin of life that gives us any hope for happiness states that a perfect God created us in order to have a relationship with us. however, think about that long enough, and God can seem like a giant sadistic voyeur - after all, He created imperfect beings and chooses when He will make their lives easier, all the while watching over them. why couldn't He have given us more power, willpower, wisdom? in order for Him to be consistent with any notion of perfect goodness commonly attributed to Him, we're just going to have to accept that this limitation and power is in perfect proportion as far as our potential happiness goes. obviously we're not omniscient, so it behooves us to somehow believe that there is a possibility for us to find joy in our crippled state. logic would imply from the meanings of the superlative terms we use to describe God that there can only be one such being in the universe; we're going to have to look to Him to help us. no one said it was going to be easy; like i said, nothing in life is. the idea is that this is the only way to attain happiness and a sense of contentment with the way things happen, even if not a sense of control over them (something which is impossible to attain while remaining honest to oneself). this must be the only way a brief and terribly undescriptive return - 10.28.04 |