…there really isn’t any point to life at all? What if it’s all just an accident and the only thing we can do is enjoy the ride?
On Friday I killed some time in a bookstore that was halfway between home and the car repair place as I waited for a call back to see if I could pick my car up before they closed and I was forced to wonder as I wandered through a huge politics section (DC you know), a only slightly smaller military history section, and a very large self-help section filled with books about living a “purpose driven life” if there really was anything we were supposed to be doing with our lives except our best not to add to each other’s burdens.
Maybe there is no point except to have as much fun as we can before we die. Maybe there is no grand plan at all.
Today, as I was crossing to my desk, I asked myself this same question in not the same words! In fact, my post today is maybe the postmodern version of your question.
So maybe this is the Grand Plan. We have the technology, now give me the 6 million dollars and we’ll get on with things!
Hope the week has lots of bright spots.
STB
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and around and around and it has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because… this is just a ride.”
~Bill Hicks
just hadda share.
Um, I thought the purpose was to piss off as many idiots as possile. I must have missed the memo.