Life as a means to an end? That's a curious way of looking at it.
For all we puny, goofy humans know, when this life is over we all disappear into the ether and are nothing.
Or, perhaps, we are just born again and have another round of trying to make sense of existence. It could be a never-ending story.
Maybe there are an infinite number of possible life scenarios, and we're just caught up in one of them at present - or we think we are. For all we know we're just holograms, or projections of some far more advanced being's thoughts. (I love that one.)
At any rate, whatever the reason we're around (or think we're around), I think we should try to do the greatest good we can. The older I get, the more I feel the truth of that.
Or maybe we face the Lord Almighty in judgement before the Great White Throne...
The world's oldest man just celebrated his 115th birthday. He's a farmer from Kyoto, Japan, and he says he's always eaten small portions of food, and been the sort of a guy who always looked to the sky. As well, he thinks of himself as a someone who is always trying to learn new things.
I think Japan is the home of longivity, because the natural environment there is much greener than other countries, esp. the developping countries, and the food there is much better and more natural for our health, and peolpe there are always eager to know new things, and they never stop thinking.
If let me choose another place for living, Japan will be my answer without any doubt.
Life as a means to an end? That's a curious way of looking at it.
For all we puny, goofy humans know, when this life is over we all disappear into the ether and are nothing.
Or, perhaps, we are just born again and have another round of trying to make sense of existence. It could be a never-ending story.
Maybe there are an infinite number of possible life scenarios, and we're just caught up in one of them at present - or we think we are. For all we know we're just holograms, or projections of some far more advanced being's thoughts. (I love that one.)
At any rate, whatever the reason we're around (or think we're around), I think we should try to do the greatest good we can. The older I get, the more I feel the truth of that.
I'm not saying life should not be lived to the fullest, taken with gratitude for each moment and applied to the greatest good -- it absolutely should.
I simply don't share your dim view of what a human being is.
And when one comes to the realization that this life is a means to an end, rather than an end in and of itself, how long one might be here becomes increasingly less important.
I plan to die at 118 while having hot, nasty sex with a 25-year-old porn star.
Is there any better way to exit this earth? I think not.
I've always said, if it were up to me to decide how I'll exit this place, I would like to be an old man hobbling past a several-story building, and have a piano somehow fall out of one of the upper floor windows and smack me in the head.
The world's oldest man just celebrated his 115th birthday. He's a farmer from Kyoto, Japan, and he says he's always eaten small portions of food, and been the sort of a guy who always looked to the sky. As well, he thinks of himself as a someone who is always trying to learn new things.
I plan to die at 118 while having hot, nasty sex with a 25-year-old porn star.
Is there any better way to exit this earth? I think not.
I've always said, if it were up to me to decide how I'll exit this place, I would like to be an old man hobbling past a several-story building, and have a piano somehow fall out of one of the upper floor windows and smack me in the head.
I suppose .... But wouldn't my way ensure that you go out in a state of ecstatic bliss?
There are three sides to every story: your side, my side, and the truth.
God is just a personification of reality, of pure objectivity.
Well, since nobody knows just what happens when we exit this moral coil, for all anybody knows, we could all have died an infinite number of times already, come back, and lived some more.
I plan to die at 118 while having hot, nasty sex with a 25-year-old porn star.
Is there any better way to exit this earth? I think not.
I've always said, if it were up to me to decide how I'll exit this place, I would like to be an old man hobbling past a several-story building, and have a piano somehow fall out of one of the upper floor windows and smack me in the head.
I suppose .... But wouldn't my way ensure that you go out in a state of ecstatic bliss?
Well, since nobody knows just what happens when we exit this moral coil, for all anybody knows, we could all have died an infinite number of times already, come back, and lived some more.
It would explain deja vu.
Peronally, don't believe in reincarnation. But, on one point you're correct -- there's only one way to find out the answers for sure.