For some reason earlier today I found myself thinking, as I often do, about seemingly unconnected (not random) and somewhat unimportant things, at least in regards to school and such at hand. I’m pretty sure I was walking on my way to Shafer, so it was either after FI class around 2, or after my physics class around 8, but I want to say it was both. While walking along the streets to Shafer I noticed how ice had frozen onto the trees so that they glistened and somewhat sparkled, it was really quite pretty, I wish I’d had my camera. After glancing at the trees and taking that in for a moment I started thinking about what the meaning of life is. In this book I’m reading, Physics of the Impossible, one part the author talks about is man’s increased brain capacity and how that relates to our success & civilization.
I know this is nothing new nor a revolutionary thought, but I think that we (as a species) think too much (unintended pun, proving my point?). The actual meaning of life has to apply to all living creatures, not just ones with higher thought. That being said what could be the same about us and say…a slug? The answer isn’t some piece of esoteric knowledge, it’s pretty really simple. The point of it all is to just live, reproduce, and try to survive (perhaps even achieve happiness). Our species just makes things seem much more divine and purposeful, which is our gift. I sometimes wish our time was simpler where things weren’t so complicated and one could just follow a trade, and live out a nice life in a nice house with a family. Instead today we have the mass media and thousands of other things telling us what to do.
But it’s just a thought. A thought I thought I’d share.
I actually wonder if my FI teacher stills reads our blogs. I somehow doubt it.
By the way, the actual answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is actually 42.
How’s that for esoteric knowledge.

