What the hell is life? What is this thing? Why are we here?
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I feel so strange when i think about it. Sometimes i feel like I'm the only person who can feel and see. The others are like NPCs. They have no feelings. I feel like I'm so different. Like the one and only.
Sometimes i think about how we can see and "live" this "life". I don't even know how to explain this, it's very confusing.
If there is a god, who did create god? Did god create itself before existing?
Do you guys feel really strange when you wonder why are you living this life?
the answer is who cares.
enjoy life as it is. No need to ask questions about it.
We're here because God put us here.
Everyone feels that way once and a while. I just think, I'm living it, and as far as I can tell everyone else is real so fuck all.
[QUOTE=Brain scorcher;25444137]I feel so strange when i think about it. Sometimes i feel like I'm the only person who can feel and see. The others are like NPCs. They have no feelings. I feel like I'm so different. Like the one and only.
Sometimes i think about how we can see and "live" this "life". I don't even know how to explain this, it's very confusing.
If there is a god, who did create god? Did god create itself before existing?
Do you guys feel really strange when you wonder why are you living this life?[/QUOTE]
its just puberty
[QUOTE=Brain scorcher;25444137]I feel so strange when i think about it. Sometimes i feel like I'm the only person who can feel and see. The others are like NPCs. They have no feelings. I feel like I'm so different. Like the one and only. [/QUOTE]
Welcome to my world. The only reason you feel like this is that you can only really perceive your own consciousness directly. Therefor you can only prove to you that you are conscious. Ignore it.
Christ, not this again. We live, we function as human bodies, like animals. Only that we are evolved and are smarter, thus the economic system and science. Everyone has a job in life even if it is to do nothing.
We're a reality TV show created by aliens.
There is a comic that is somewhat related to this situation, I can't find it.
There's something certain about life, and it's that our common final goal is to die.
42
I used to think the same thing. I think that few people stop and realise that theyre actually alive. Its strange. Though i can tell you that i havent arrived at any conclusion pertaining these thoughts. Tell me i you come up with anything.
And also, no. The answer is 42.
Before you jump into any conclusions about God.. remember that God is godly, and if God doesn't want you to know about him, you don't.
Also, as to why we are here, I have no straight up answer. The way I see it, though, is that our meaning is to move on, like we have always done. We've been through SO much horrible/great things that it's a miracle we are even breathing! Man! Think of all the possibilties, everything that is touched by man. I mean.. we are pretty creative, if anything, thanks to our unique intelligent brain.
And to my amazement, we are the only ones so far to have such great intelligence. In fact, it seems to me that we are the next best thing to God himself, no bullshitting.
So.. yeah. It makes you wonder
[QUOTE=CoolKingKaso;25444216]There is a comic that is somewhat related to this situation, I can't find it.[/QUOTE]
[img]http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/sheeple.png[/img]
We're here because luckily our universe supports life, has accidentally created it and Earth is in the perfect conditions for it. Sounds created by a higher power, but no. If there's multiple universes then there's bound to have one with life, and we can only exist in the ones with life, thus we can't see the ones without it.
Stop worrying about this stuff, we have no 'reason' to exist. Look at animals, they don't care.
[QUOTE=Jookia;25444318]We're here because luckily our universe supports life, has accidentally created it and Earth is in the perfect conditions for it. Sounds created by a higher power, but no. If there's multiple universes then there's bound to have one with life, and we can only exist in the ones with life, thus we can't see the ones without it.[/QUOTE]
According to our understanding of life, [B]any[/B] universe will support life at some point in its life. It's the individual planets supporting life you need to worry about.
We are here because We are not there
@RichardCQ: Oh, awesome!
We'r here because we took the blue pill.
I like to think that God was all like 'sup babe' to Mother Nature. Well I wont go into details but I think we're just a huge ass mistake.
[QUOTE=Takuat;25444424]I like to think that God was all like 'sup babe' to Mother Nature. Well I wont go into details but I think we're just a huge ass mistake.[/QUOTE]
By definition something that is omniscient and omnipresent could not make a mistake unless it wanted to, in which case it would not be a mistake.
It's Life.
You live it and then you die.
End of story.
I think I heard somewhere, something along the lines of "The reason we're here is because if we weren't he wouldn't be here to perceive it"
Or some shit like that, I need to brush up on my Hawking.
Don't care. Better enjoy your life before it's over.
Just to reiterate:
[img]http://www.camargo.eti.br/42.png[/img]
EDIT: Quit rating me artistic, I didn't make this.
Do you remember this?
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
What makes your god, less made up, than other people's god?
We are here because of a long series of subtle mutations on a cellular level. Deal with it.
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