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Just found out who Camu was. It was pretty cool that he thinks similarly to myself, and it was surprising on the correlation of what he believed and something I wrote a while back after going through some difficult stages of growth. I’ll put it below if anyone is interested.
In the midst of a windy day, there danced a cloud of dust. It was so spontaneous, as if the wind summoned a dancing spirit, and as if it were to give the wind some meaning. Twirling infinitely in circles, it danced with the wind, and then the gathering of dust began to think. It wondered why it spun so furiously, and why no one ever told it why it began to do so in the first place. Nevertheless, there must have been a reason why it had awaken in the first place in this spinning state, so it continued to let its particles flow rapidly with the wind. The cloud of dust then noticed that from its friction with the surrounding dirt, it began to sing. “What lovely sounds,” the cloud of dust thought, “I must have been made to sing like this.” And so it sang, becoming bigger as each melody invited more earth particles to join its choir.
It wasn’t long until it wondered even further, and it questioned the meaning to it all. “Who may I be singing to?” it asked, but no one would ever answer its continuous questioning. The cloud of dust, who dance furiously, demanded answers. It would rebel against its own nature and quit the forceful spinning if no one answered. As much as the cloud of dust tried, it couldn’t stop. None of it was its decision, not even if it were to will it. The dust cloud cursed the surrounding forces that pushed its particles. “Stop!” It said, “I did not choose to move!” But no consolation would fall into the cloud’s understanding. As time went by, the dust cloud began to give up hope. No happiness ran through its sandy veins, and the once singing tune became monotonous. “I have no meaning,” it declared, “life is but the spontaneous awakening of the spirit without answers to be found.” The wind finally gave out, and the cloud that once danced and sang gave out with it. No further than a mile from where it began, no longer than an hour from its birth, it stood there in pieces indistinguishable from the other clumps of dirt on which it died. Soon enough the wind began to blow again, and it picked up a clump of dust that rested loosely on the surface. It was so spontaneous, as if the wind summoned a dancing spirit, and as if it were to give the wind some meaning.
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A few months ago, I first experienced the profound, and sudden realization of the mathematical fact that I will die relatively soon. Not just like, "Yeah, I'm mortal." But like a visceral understanding that that the sand is rapidly falling and I can not stop it and that at absolute best I have but a short 70 years left. I will soon have to face the unknowable. I have been wrestling with the absurd ever since.
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The act of suicide...no matter your theory...is NOT that life isn't worth living. No. The TRUE reason is easily and often explained, but somehow rarely understood as rational , and difficult for people to deem acceptable(because they've never experienced it). The reason is that they were truly UNABLE to attend life due to agony above their threshold that simply never ceased, and crippled with that pain, they were hopeless and felt the only way to stop it was to end the ability to feel it. There is something or SOMEONE that all of us can not and would not be able to live either with or without. There's no cure for its presence or absence.
The real reason there are theories about the meaning of life, and it isn't a known fact is the human ego and the human fear of loss and rejection of things we have never seen, felt, heard or even knew existed in the first place.
I'm a guy who experienced a profound NDE this year. The meaning of life is the first knowledge I received(besides the fact my body and my life were no longer desirable and I was "HOME".
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what's the name of the painting at 6:21 it really is magnificent !
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@Eternalised
3 years ago
“There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.” — Camus :_eternalCamus: Support this channel: www.patreon.com/eternalised Subscribe with email eternalisedofficial.com/subscribe YouTube Member Perks: youtube.com/channel/UCqos1tl0RntucGGtPXNxkkA/join Donate a Coffee: ko-fi.com/eternalised PayPal: www.paypal.com/paypalme/eternalisedofficial Official Merch: eternalised.creator-spring.com/
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