Danger of Meaning (Caution: Contains more hyphens than the Queen's Guestlist)

I thought I'd embark on a journey of hypothetical discovery again today. I thought I'd tackle one of life's lesser uncertainties, namely the meaning of life. Or more specifically what it is, if anything, that gives life a point.

My analysis quickly became quite cack-handed before it really began, as I proceeded to short-sightedly tread on toes. Who'd have thought that suggesting that people's lives are pointless could upset people? A personal rule of thumb that has become very relevant today is the old 'Think Afore Ye Speak".

My uplifting conclusion on this topic after a grueling day of consideration is thus:

If you believe, as I do, that there is no super-being in the clouds (or possibly on the moon, with a holiday home on Venus) orchestrating the flow of lives like a multi-tasking Handel, then the Judgement Day scenarios, as laid out in , seem redundant. Similarly, to my mind, the likelihood of a 'Life-After-Death' without the presence of a scripture-based God and part-time Super-Saiyan running the whole venue (gardening, electrics and just basic maintenance really), seems fairly low.

Some other theorems have their attraction, the Gaia theory's returning to the earth has a sort of groovy appeal, due to the pseudo-sensible, cyclical 'natural order' it seems to follow.

However, if you are a bit of a cynical sod, then the knowledge that eventually, as Time trudges inexorably onward, dragging it's muddy steel toe-caps through the chaff of existence, all human endeavor will come to nothing. After many millions of years, not even the hint of a scar on the bum-cheek of Everything will be left. Not even a suggestion that a bunch of monkeys once came down out of the trees, covered their willies, their foofies and their boobies with cloth so that they couldn't see each other, built walls so they didn't have to be near each other, made weapons so they didn't have to live with each other, and then radio, t.v. and eventually the internet, so that they didn't have to actually interact with each other. That will certainly be a sad day then, the day when humanity's legacy of silly social foolery will seem like nothing more than a pipette of H20 squeezed tentatively into the Mediterranean.

So with that little nucleus of hopeful thought released lovingly into the atmosphere, hopefully putting everything into halcyon perspective, it's probably best to get as much in now as you can, because nothing lasts forever.

Despite painting a fatalist, pointless portrait of everything, I suppose it's not all bad.

Of course, if my current 'Meaning of Life' doesn't suit your outlook, you can always side with Monty Python.

I suppose the actual message is; in this vast sea of everything, it is impossible to find an ultimate, one-size-fits-all 'meaning' or 'point' of life, I genuinely believe no-one else can prescribe a meaning/point to anyone else. I, personally, go for a mix of enjoyment (both selfish enjoyment, and an attempt to amuse others) and a helping of attempted self-improvement and ethical behaviour as my guideline. If this doesn't help in your personal quest for your own 'Meaning of Life', you're just going to have to work it out yourself, sorry.

** The opinions expressed in this blog may not necessarily be proved either logically or empirically, at this time, they are merely opinions.**

Despite painting a hopeless picture, the author of the blog is a firm believer in the 'Carry of Anyway' Philosophy, under the banner - something is bound to come along sooner or later to make life worth living, you've just got to find it. Good luck, you may need it.