What is the purpose of life, in the eyes of the universe?

What is the pur­pose of life, in the eyes of the universe?

So, noth­ing is going to mat­ter. And that is the same as say­ing, noth­ing really mat­ters.
You want to feel happy, or make a dif­fer­ence? All of that, will sub­li­mate. Will be vapor­ized with more than a nuclear fusion. Quite lit­er­ally dis­ap­pear as being sucked into a black hole, accord­ing to some the­o­ries.
You might as well die right now, because it’s not going to matter.

What can you do, then? Every­thing, almost cer­tainly, and inevitably, seems to remain a zero sum game.
A goal that you can choose, with sur­pris­ing triv­i­al­ity, that will really mat­ter, is to change the nature of the game. Fun­da­men­tally.
This, in entirety, seems to be oddly out of the scope of our usual thought process. It appears obvi­ous on the face of it, but all of soci­ety, a large part of [deep] wis­dom, and so on, con­di­tion us to believe that things are pretty hunky dory on the whole. I’m not sure what Stock­holm Syn­drome really is, but I have a strong feel­ing that being kid­napped in this usual struc­ture of the uni­verse, has made us fall into the belief that things are how they ought to be. This aim to jus­tify the nature of the universe’s game as appro­pri­ate, ade­quate, and not entirely incon­se­quen­tial, might also be the source of the attempts of jus­ti­fi­ca­tion of the uni­verse with notions of Gods, reli­gion, apart from all the lines of wis­dom appre­ci­at­ing and embrac­ing death, among other things.
[every­thing here is spec­u­la­tion, and is more than likely to be wrong, or not cor­rect — espe­cially in a proper nature of causal­ity. But then again, noth­ing can actu­ally be known because we’re all going to die any­way, right.]

–One ques­tion in the air I can­not address right now — where does our con­scious­ness come from, what would/should drive us to make any dif­fer­ence, or even be under the made up belief that we might be able to do the same?

I’m going to assume, that all of us want to make a dif­fer­ence. I can­not imag­ine why you’d want to live any­way if you’re okay with being entirely incon­se­quen­tial. Apart from choos­ing to be hedo­nis­tic. Sure, go ahead with that if you want to; not some­thing I’d con­done, because in a util­i­tar­ian sense for things that will mat­ter, and invest­ment of resources aptly, I think it’d be bet­ter if you’d die, really.

So, on an aver­age, when asked explic­itly, peo­ple are really okay with the gen­eral struc­ture of the uni­verse and how life hap­pens, because noth­ing can be done about it. But at the same time, there’s always a part of the crowd try­ing to fight out of it.
Peo­ple have fre­quently dreamed of immor­tal­ity, amongst other things.
There is a fas­ci­nat­ing oxy­moron that seems to have hap­pened here, on the pre­sump­tory obser­va­tion that peo­ple have reduced how much they believe in immor­tal­ity, than before.
In times of believ­ing in magic, when peo­ple didn’t know the rea­son behind things, they were will­ing to believe that one rit­ual or another, would help them live longer, for no well defined / sub­stan­tive rea­son. This may or may not have suc­ceeded in help­ing peo­ple live. And regard­less, peo­ple would die. In a time of magic, immor­tal­ity seems to be a more man­age­able belief, when you’re not really look­ing for a rea­son to explain phe­nom­ena.
In today’s world, when we don’t really know what death is or how it hap­pens [cita­tion needed] – {Feynman’s para­graph on how find­ing an immor­tal per­son, shall not change any estab­lished tho­eries, etc}, as in, we know _reasonably/rationally_ of *no* rea­son that says people/life should die. Some­how, in today’s world, we have embraced death and given up on immor­tal­ity much more, I think. (This again might be spe­cific to my nar­row set of obser­va­tions and peo­ple I’ve been exposed to, but is the gen­eral belief I gather and mostly used to have).
Ran­dom note, inter­est­ing thing to see: There are sys­tems I here, of peo­ple in Europe and the US who’re deposit­ing money over their life so that their dead bod­ies are frozen for 40–50 years, so that they can come back to life if tech­nol­ogy reaches the stage where dead bodies/people can be brought back to life. So there is a set of peo­ple who believe and have hope. There is also a nar­row set of peo­ple, who’re actu­ally work­ing to make this hap­pen, if not with the whole immortality-ambition, more ‘real­is­tic’ smaller goals.

I think it’s pretty triv­ial, that we should embrace the desire to change the game. Because that’s the only thing that’ll mat­ter. It might not end up being achieved; human­ity is totally likely to die much sooner than tech­nol­ogy or knowl­edge evolve to the req­ui­site extent. But *insert cliche about hav­ing hope here, because there’s not much else we can have*.

To be able to act, we will draw the line some­where, about how deeply we will philosophise. To get work done, you need to be able to decide not to become an arts stu­dent, because… I will try to elab­o­rate on this later, but yeah. I will believe that there will be some­thing beyond the edge of the uni­verse. The aim of human­ity, to impact the uni­verse, to be able to rise in size to touch that edge, to chal­lenge it, and to reach beyond it.
I only spoke about immor­tal­ity above.
If you’re will­ing to enter­tain the thought of this pos­si­bil­ity, it should be a log­i­cal fol­low up that you be will­ing to drop all social, or trained human pre­tenses, that age­ing, weak­en­ing, etc is a com­pul­sion.
But immor­tal­ity would free us of this strongly impos­ing dead­line of the notion of time. We would not need to travel faster than light, or break physics as is known today, to be lit­er­ally able to go beyond our solar sys­tem, and quite likely beyond the galaxy. Spread like the virus we are, resilient, evolv­ing, fairly smart, and pretty eager/desperate to reproduce.

The thing behind this, what will _really_ enable us to become super­hu­man, if we aren’t already some level of this con­cept, is knowl­edge – sci­ence, and ratio­nal­ity. It is known that one of the most crit­i­cal instru­ments to our evo­lu­tion was the abil­ity to write. What that did, was enable us to com­pile, archive, and pass on our knowl­edge. For the com­ing gen­er­a­tion, to stand and see not only on the shoul­ders of the sto­ries of their elders, but the shoul­ders of mil­lenia of grow­ing and accu­mu­lat­ing thoughts.
[cracked arti­cle]
And only around four to five cen­turies ago did we start to think crit­i­cally enough, to be aware of what we know and how we know it. I am pretty sure I can say that this has cause an unequiv­o­cal rapid increase in the gen­eral progress of knowl­edge, and simul­ta­ne­ously, human­ity. The rise in life span, liv­ing con­di­tions of the aver­age human, and how far we’ve reached into outer space.
So there are two things we’re going for, that we need to not for­get.
The first being, that we’re doing this for our­selves. For human­ity, and gen­eral life. This is what we have, and what we need to forge ahead with. Why we need com­pas­sion. And love. This is some­thing I severely lack really, so I think you shuold sub­stan­ti­ate this for me.
And the sec­ond thing, is ahead, far far ahead, beyond the hori­zon, we believe that we will tran­scend a bound­ary. It might not be any­thing con­clu­sive. It should not be, I believe. It’ll prob­a­bly be like the first moon land­ing. A small step for one man, a giant leap for mankind. We will have come a long way, and there will always be some­thing ahead to go to, to look ahead into.
The tool, and task we have to accom­plish this, is [refine] our mind, our intel­lect. I do not know if this is what makes us unique, but there is really no such need, even. We have this. We need to think, be not stu­pid, work to increase/improve the world’s cumu­la­tive knowl­edge, and empower our­selves to up, up and beyond.

Really, your hope­less­ness and nihilism might turn out to be right all along. And we might all just die in vain. It’ll only be so much fun if all you did through­out the ride was scream and be happy while just accept­ing that it’ll end at the same place it began. If we have the option of believ­ing we can break the roller coaster off the track and into the skies, and work to make it hap­pen, why the hell not. We’ve been made to sit on the ride any­way. That’ll make it a hell of a ride. And worth spend­ing the time.

Meaningless Megalomania - SMBC Comics

Because I like to repeat and rephrase, again and again. Once more.
Hold your hands. Respect life, and give it utmost value. It is your tool, weapon, and all you have.
Enjoy the ride you are on. But don’t believe that it has to end, that you have to come back with no change really. Do what you can to change it, loose some screws, rock the boat, and tell every­body to do more.
Believe that you can make this ship you’re float­ing on, fly. And there’s a won­der­ful sky above. Look above occa­sion­ally to appre­ci­ate the beauty, and then get to mak­ing it hap­pen. Hell yeah.

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This comes 3–4 days after I first wrote this essay. I find this delight­ful, that it’s hap­pen­ing. I also felt a bit sad to read the linked arti­cle about how Google did try to do some­thing rad­i­cal with green energy but gave up because they felt they were fail­ing. But I find it most jarring/sad, is that an author for the MIT Tech Review, writes this arti­cle, and does not hes­i­tate from putting “LOL” in the title. It’s odd that this is so much out­side the scope of nor­mal human thought. To man­age real progress, we’d have to believe in the pos­si­bil­ity of a utopia, or at least get­ting closer to one. There’s really no point in stay­ing alive, otherwise.

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In a sim­i­lar time span, this comes to my atten­tion. Which sounds beau­ti­ful, amaz­ing, and every­thing good all at once. There are peo­ple not only dream­ing of this, but mak­ing it hap­pen. There needs to be more peo­ple who work at this end, for this to be mean­ing­fully accepted, and be a use­ful part of our sys­tem, rather than just some­thing lazy slobs take up to be smug with their lives. But it’s great nevertheless.

Another comic on the SMBC one’s lines.


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