Stoic Beverage
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What stops you from taking up a completely nihilistic view of everything around you? Why put forth effort towards anything, other than to fulfill the needs of reproduction and survival that have been programmed into your brain by evolution? Do you drift along in a meaningless existence, or are you driven by some purpose? What is it?
Okay, say you create some wonderful piece of technology that at once resolves all war, hunger, and thirst. Say you formulate a complete "theory of everything". Both are lofty goals that are striven for by the most ambitious of people, but even if they were accomplished, what does it matter? You're just helping along a species that will eventually die out, and in the grand scheme of things, even by being the most memorable and perfect person in the history of all humanity, you leave no truly lasting mark on anything.
Why give a damn about anything?
Note, I'm not saying this out of depression or frustration. Though I don't really have any goal or purpose that I can yet figure out, it doesn't get me down like I feel it should. I'm just curious how all of you cope with (what I think is) the futility of existence.
Okay, say you create some wonderful piece of technology that at once resolves all war, hunger, and thirst. Say you formulate a complete "theory of everything". Both are lofty goals that are striven for by the most ambitious of people, but even if they were accomplished, what does it matter? You're just helping along a species that will eventually die out, and in the grand scheme of things, even by being the most memorable and perfect person in the history of all humanity, you leave no truly lasting mark on anything.
Why give a damn about anything?
Note, I'm not saying this out of depression or frustration. Though I don't really have any goal or purpose that I can yet figure out, it doesn't get me down like I feel it should. I'm just curious how all of you cope with (what I think is) the futility of existence.