I think the meaning of life is meaninglessness. If I can’t understand it, is it not meaningless? Does a dog comprehend a vacuum cleaner? And does his lack of understanding somehow affect the outcome of his life. Possibly. But not ultimately. Not to be hyperbolic, but many people stumble through life supported only by the weak structures of luck. How do you explain that? How do you explain a drunk having a better chance of surviving in a crash than his victim? God has a plan right? Maybe there is a God but he doesn’t “play” the dice. They are fundamentally out of his control. God might sympathize with you, but he’s not going, and he is not able to interfere with the outcome. 300 years ago, they believed witches were real. 300 years ago, the Negro was born to be a slave. Nietzsche was right, but let me edit him for my ego, you know o can never agree with you. I’ll just state your opinion back to you and we will agree to disagree..
God isn’t dead, he is powerless. The mechanic nature of the universe might have created him, but it left him as helpless as the queen in a constitutional monarchy. Trust me, he has the nicest houses, but he can’t do shit. Although, Pope Benedict is actually trying to do something in his name. But you know what, Benedict believes in humans more than he believes in God. And so do I.
The lack of God is not the lack of control. The lack of god is full control. If only we realized the power we have. If only we didn’t fear each other. If only as Malala Yousafzai wished, we dropped books instead of bombs. But how do I put my image at the right hand of god, through the paintings I commission if not through power and control. If death is my final end, do I value Ozymandias? Or am I ultimately a slave to human nature and the ego that carries with it?
We hold self-recognition as one our crowning achievements. The realization of man. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t a woman whom first recognized her image floating among the weeds. Some women might be offended by that. But they shouldn’t. It is a compliment. When are more self-aware than men. I hate that I have to justify this statement
Is it not our image, that magical image that transforms in the mirror each day, that determines many of our actions? Of course this image is partly based on others and our own perceptions, the extreme of either one being a whole host of personality and emotional issues. Hence, inherently, our identity is a self-limiting projection. We are limited to our sins by our perception of ourselves. Do you want to know who God really is? God is our collective conscience that exists without our personal perceptions. That’s what makes communicating with it powerful. We ask us to forgive us. We ask us to judge us. We ask for the truth that we know we can’t access with our deceptions before our eyes and in our minds.