They say that not all who wander are lost… I can’t think of a better euphemism for living. We all wander and we all want to believe that there is a purpose to our meanderings. That the ups and downs of daily existence point us in a certain direction, or betray a subtle clue to the inner workings of the universe.
And why shouldn’t it be this way? The only bigger mystery than the purpose or meaning of the universe is the purpose and meaning of an individual life. We have made it our goal, unstated largely, to discover that meaning. Does anything else but the search for causality, purpose, meaning explain the phrenetic absurdity of human conduct? No more is this absurdity apparent in the attempts at rejection of it. Philosophers and others declaring there is no purpose or meaning to it, but thereby creating one that isn’t. Only a human could be so crazed, so sublimely beautifully mad in the pursuit of validity
If so I have not found it
So where do I fit into the equation. Whether I know it or not, I do. My denial or desire for uniqueness goes unheard. As do yours. I too am victim to the ancestral madness, made more absurd by my exclamations to the contrary. To my overloud protestations that I know the meaningless of it all. Yet ever hoping and clinging to the idea that I might be wrong, that in fact I should be wrong.
I add perhaps one thing to it all, and I doubt that my addition is original. As in all things, I am treading where others long ago passed. It is this, that everything in modern life is made to be a distraction. A distraction from this overwhelming madness, this endless search. Even our religions, which give meaning and even at times validity (whether they be correct is a question I’ll not take up here or anywhere else for that matter). These only work to slow us down, give us rest on our search, but no they do not satisfy. Every religious person in their heart of heart allows themselves too to wander…
We are the pilgrimaging species. Finding no pleasure in ends but only in means. Strange how we have chosen to be alone as well….? Walking down paths millions have already tread, we refuse their advice, trusting only ourselves to find a true path, while the path itself is all there is and we all walk it together.
“What nonsense is this?” you ask. The nonsense that makes sense of the one thing that we all believe truly matters, ourselves. You need not believe it, I myself don’t. It’s why I also know it must be true.
