Sunday, July 15, 2007

Why?

It's the question we've been asking for some time now; I personally am convinced that Nietzsche hit upon the answer, namely, whatever we make of it. You may be convinced otherwise; this is important; what is, is defined by two factors; physical being, and what we imagine. Mostly, what we imagine is fairly seriously constained by our upbringing.

I'm very lucky; my upbringing has both been very loving and very challenging on the ego; I am prepared for the total perspective vortex; I am pointless and irrelevent, and so what.

What's important, exactly? Nothing lasts. So what? Intrisic value; huh? What am I even pointless and irrelevant to?

Except for your opinion, what frame of reference is there?

This question is often fobbed off with procreation; procreation creates a new responsibilty which makes ego a selfish luxury no longer worthy of adult consideration; but this is merely passing the buck to the procreated, who may then choose to ignore the question in a similiar fashion; it's not an answer, it's an excuse for no longer asking the question.

Socrates's great discovery was that; wisdom is the knowledge that we know nothing. This is still true; one may believe in many things, for example, science, a god, evolution, space, geometry; whatever; you are still taking some-one's word for it; even if you think you have direct access to primary data, trusting that data is an act of faith in the acquisition of that data; Descartes great discovery. We have a dubious reasoning facility attempting to cope with dubious data; it's no wonder that we can't agree on anything.