So as I lay on the couch, trying to sit through a splitting headache, with people having sex in my room, I ponder the meaning of life... or at least the value of it.
Most (educated) people believe that time stretches on to infinity in both directions, right?
Well I then think to the laws of conservation of mass and energy.
Together, these theories form the basis for my theory that all of the matter and energy must form and reform every possible combination, infinite times.
Still with me?
Well if you still agree with me, think about this:
The concept of infinity then dictates that every single thing we have ever done, will ever do, or are currently doing will be repeated over and over again endlessly. Everything that you have ever done has been done before by a perfect copy of yourself.
If you believe that the universe extends in every direction to infinity, then you also need to accept the fact that there are also infinite instance of yourself out there, having the same thoughts and making the same decisions as you.
If you've ever heard the theory that there is a different universe for every single choice made, you might think of this. Every single world where you decided to blink just now, or not has happened before, infinite times. In some past instances of yourself, you decide to stand up, do three cartwheels, then sit back down. However, the chance that you would do that is far less than the chance of you staying seated, and reading the rest of this post. For every single choice, there is an absolute chance of its occurrence, but doing cartwheels is also infinitely less likely than staying seated.
I conclude that if the aforementioned theories of existentialism are true, there is no meaning of life, but to be a sheep in the never ending cycle that is the universe.
I may come back to this topic, but my headache finally went away, and I need to sleep for work tomorrow.
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I feel as you do. I am 56 about to be 57 years of age. I find it meaningless that we even count the years we are born from. I want to be a true existentialist, but find I can't. I have a daughter some 28 yrs of age with 3 kids. All of these children are by different men. Each pregnancy brought me closer to a realization, I didn't want to accept.
ReplyDeleteI divorced from her mother. I had a rocky relationship with her mother, and found after our 1st child, she couldn't bear any more to me. As my daughter matured she daughter matured she continually fought with me to have believe in the Catholic church. But, my daughter resisted. I think their insisting in sexual abstinence was a tempting delight to her. See now has 3 grand children for whom I have the greatest love. I feel they are extensions of me in my passed years. Yet, I am mis-identifying, am I not?
These 3 children, whom I feel suchlove for are my grand kids. I can't fight against the notion of identifying w/others. Satre argues that we are the only people inside our own minds. T/be anyone outside yourself is deception. In this theoretic he is right, in a real world world he is wrong. ...I think about my grand kids and feel and sense of meaning...I am not gonna go on explaining as I think you'll understand. I think Camus was right about death being an out to existing and being conscious of existing in a meaningless existence. He was arguing suicide but that when we die we achieve a concept of freedom. As an arrogant mathematician, I see beauty in that.
But, I must affirm the existential idea of a being alone in reality is a truth. I have been working a set theory idea of it.