Some Final Thoughts

This is the first in a series of final thoughts as I close-out my memoir. There could be more, but this is probably the most important, and may well be the end, finis…

Existence – Why – What IS the Point? IS there a point?

You may not want to read this. But if you do read it, take it in the spirit it was intended… enquiry, speculation, open-mindedness …; -)

The older I get, the more I wonder, what’s the point? When I was in my youth, into adulthood, I pushed myself to thrive and excel. Thought it was important to live a long, useful, and accomplished life.

But more and more, I wonder why; is there really a point to existence other than the innate instinctual biological ‘need’ to survive and propagate?

I’ve been a student of philosophy and spiritual thought my whole life. Sadly, all the theories, ‘ancient wisdoms’, and religio-political dogmas don’t really pass the smell-test… for me… It all seems self-indulgent, narcissistic, and to beg the question… Why? What’s the point of life and human life in particular? It all sounds like, if not just wishful thinking, then attempts to control the masses by psycho-sociopaths for their own entitlement/enrichment.

So, is there any real reason to wish for, or try to achieve a ‘long life’?

It seems to me that all life appears to thrive either on the carcasses (literal and figurative) of those who have lived before us or parasitic relationships with the rest of the ‘living’ universe… So, why the insistence on creating a long-lived civilization or society, whose only purpose seems to be survival and consumption, rather like any viral infestation/infection, blight on the living universe?

Am I being pessimistic, cynical, morose? Perhaps, but it doesn’t feel that way to me. Plus, I’m old enough to honestly look at my life and the life of our society, our ‘civilisation’, and the living universe, and wonder why?

I’m not interested in any religious or philosophical answers anymore. I’m looking for practical, universe-supporting technical answers. And I’m not sure I’d accept those either, as they’d most likely be self-serving.

No, I’m not depressed or being morbid. I’m in good spirits and am pleased with my current circumstances. So, when and however this life of mine comes to an end, I’m satisfied, and see no reason whatsoever to make any efforts to prolong it beyond its natural parameters, especially if I can’t live in the ‘style to which I’d like to become accustomed’; but I digress…; -)~

Why, why, why? I feel like a three-year old… But, I think I already know the answer… There is no WHY, only what IS… and everything IS connected… a whole, the universe…

–LE

PS: I’ve written a little over 42,000 words in my memoir so far. That’s probably between 100 and 125 printed pages… not very much considering the time period it covers… Oh well… I suppose it would be at least twice as long if I added all my poetry to it. But my family has asked me to publish that in a separate volume with all my graphic arts as well… I’m workin’ on it…