Introspective
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Do you ever wonder what lies beyond the immediate that surrounds us...beyond our cities, our nations...beyond this earth. We seem so besotted by our daily lives that we hardly have time to wonder...
Why do we humans give ourselves so much importance...don't we realize that we are as good as marooned on a dead rock of dust, aimlessly spinning around a ball of fire...without any definite purpose, without any aim...
Furthermore, we seem incapable of understanding anything in full depth; any apparent comprehension only leads only to further, more incomprehensible, riddles...and everything stays as hopeless as it ever was.
Yet, despite the apparent tragedy of our situation, we manage to delude ourselves in our small, confined worlds... Probably that is a gift. So hypnotized we seem to be in the immediate and routine that the bigger, deeper picture gets lost in some recess of our mind...buried under layers and layers of the everyday.
But wishing it away does not change the reality of our condition, does it?
What is real meaning of it all? Is there any purpose to life beyond this delusion and routine? Are we capable of realizing the meaning of it all...
Do you ever wonder what lies beyond the immediate that surrounds us...beyond our cities, our nations...beyond this earth. We seem so besotted by our daily lives that we hardly have time to wonder...
Why do we humans give ourselves so much importance...don't we realize that we are as good as marooned on a dead rock of dust, aimlessly spinning around a ball of fire...without any definite purpose, without any aim...
Furthermore, we seem incapable of understanding anything in full depth; any apparent comprehension only leads only to further, more incomprehensible, riddles...and everything stays as hopeless as it ever was.
Yet, despite the apparent tragedy of our situation, we manage to delude ourselves in our small, confined worlds... Probably that is a gift. So hypnotized we seem to be in the immediate and routine that the bigger, deeper picture gets lost in some recess of our mind...buried under layers and layers of the everyday.
But wishing it away does not change the reality of our condition, does it?
What is real meaning of it all? Is there any purpose to life beyond this delusion and routine? Are we capable of realizing the meaning of it all...