Wednesday, April 13, 2005

The point

Much of modern philosophising tries to establish some point in the very pointlessness of life, of anything. He doesn’t see any. There is really no secret, nothing lying at the centre waiting to be revealed. There is no destination, only another road at the end of the road. The same onion story.

Why does he go on living, then?

Largely, because he is stuck with life. The switching cost to non-life is too high.

Now that he is stuck, what does he do to bide his time?

Create a point. Chimerical, but nonetheless…

Isn't that what we all do? Isn't that the only thing everyone ever does?