Maledictis
6 02 2007Sometimes I really wonder what’s going on and why it never adds up. I feel like other people have felt like this, but they ignore it, paradoxically, and continue living a confused life until they die. Why be good or bad? Because it brings you happiness, or others happiness. What’s so special about happiness? Surely the same effect could be replicated by feeding in electrical signals to the brain, or by inducing a drug-enhanced euphoria? I don’t believe that the human condition makes sense. Life is fascinating and terrible. So be it.
Pax
More often it’s not so much bringing happiness as it is avoiding pain. And the little actions that you do each day to avoid pain coming to yourself or other people are much easier than creating a drug that would enhance euphoria without taking away from it after.
Hrm… I suppose. I wish I weren’t so indecisive about this; I’m finding it difficult to really know what I believe about life. It keeps getting pushed to the back of my mind. Life gets in the way of life. Ho ho! That was a very, very clumsy sentence. I need to pack.
Pax