The meaning of life.

I mean................we're talking about people diyn like talking about the fact that rain fall and there's nothing we can do.
We are talking about the fact that our life is a costant deal with our dignity and other's people life.
And when i do make gas to go to work i feel just like buyin somebody else future.
Feeling like an insect in a jar.

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What's your meaning for the word "life"?

Depends whether you believe in a God or not.

If not, then its easy. Its just a chemical/physical reaction between elements of this universe that has evolved over time to produce plant and animal (biological and ecological) systems that feed of one another in an imperfect cycle, which occasionally gets out of balance. At the moment, we modern humans, have managed to get to the top of the food-chain. Not long ago we probably shared this position with a few big cats in africa who were more inclined to eat us than we were inclined to eat them.

Our droppings and our carcasses used to be returned to the food chain. But this is becomming less so.

If you do believe in a God.............Oh God, where do I start?

Cheers

Don

Dear Don!
Isn't too easy to put all the blames and merits on god?
I don't believe in god because this is killing us, isn't it?

I'd long since had enough of life by the age of five to be honest. I don't believe in reincarnation, but if I had to come back I'd like to be a miscarriage or an abortion or a cot death. I detest life, and pretty much always have; it is utter shit.

EW

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I don't believe in god because this is killing us, isn't it?

In which case you are part of a food chain and nothing else (fortunately you are near the top of the chain). Survival of the fittest. (that was a full-stop)

Cheers

Don

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Originally posted by Don Atkinson:
(fortunately you are near the top of the chain).

Yes.
Near the top.

cheap stuff nowadays

Earwick / Gianluigi

I think you both need a bloody good holiday. You both sound miserable and depressed.

Regards

Mick

Dear Mick, EW, and Gianluigi,

I often get that almost can't face life, and was like that only a week ago, but for me that is always the case till my psych realises it is spring in only a few weeks, and the verdant beautiful land will again be more beautiful than the imagination of mankind could ever hope to invent.

Life is a bitch and then you die. But hey, there are good people, wonderful feats of nature, almost inexplicable acts of kindness, and suddemly one realises that one's naval gazing is irrlevant. Not one of us in the position to fix all the ills of thw world, BUT at least we all care enough to think about them. Sometimes that gets us down; sometimes we are bloody minded, sometimes hateful, but when we realise it, we must throw our heads back and realise, above all else, that through our own kindness we can be at least content from time to time, restless though we remain.

Goos noght dear friends, and sleep as well as you can. Fredrik

A bloody good holyday.
I was thinking about a bloody good, healthy fit of rage

Chaps

You should become like me.

I am basically a happy chap, I enjoy life and have few regrets.

Stop worrying about the world, you are going to change nothing.

Concentrate on your own world and make it worth living in.

Regards

Mick

Dear Gianluigi!

Be good, and kind, from an old fool, who may understand more than you realise about the 'black dog.' Fredrik

PS: ... which was Churchill's description of a state that overtook him from time to time...

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Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
Goos noght dear friends, and sleep as well as you can. Fredrik

Yes, dear Fredrik.
Better reach the bed and open a book.

Dear EW and Fred............so, goodnight!

Dear Mike,

Grief can take us two ways. It can take us downwards, even in rememberance years on. It was three years since a very dear frend of mine died from cancer, a fortnight ago. The remeberance of the aniverary was not a good time for me. I hardly reallised how much we meant to each other, as is often the case with people who are close to us geographically as well as emotionally.

He had been ill for several months and was well aware of the timing. I was the last non-family to see him, even though his wife did not want me to go in. He overulled her for me.

I sat there for ten minutes whilst he spoke to me as never before. He described his childhood, youth, days at Uni, and then suddenly he stopped. Quite startlingly abruptly, and said,

"You know it is good to know when you are going to die! Yes, It meant that I could say 'Goog-bye' to those whom I love..." He was my prep-school headmaster and I had known him for over 30 years. No one has ever spoken with that degree of affection or honesty to me before, or since I suppose. You will understand how I both had to get out of the room with a straight face, and how I cried once I got out of the house. You will also understand that these two people were effectively my surrogate parents, and his loss and her inevitatble one are, and will be, the greatest sadness in the way of berievement for me. But I am not sure what you survive makes you stronger, always. I simply makes you more isolated once your good frinds start to go, for as one gets older one becomes less out going. I always find that little proverb quite wrong in practice, for just the reason I put above.

I hope you don't mind me wrting that. Fredrik

Dear Mike,

Nothing matters, beyond the people closest to us, when the chips are down, and we would all do the best for them. That I know. I love no more than a handful of people, but they know it, and they also would be loyal to me. I know that. No finer gift is there than a friend. Friends are often related to us, you know!

But I guess this might be even deeper with off-spring, though not for me, who will never bring any into the world. That is how much of a pessimist I am. Plus, as you gather, I would not even countenance the risk of repeating a cycle that my father was one spoke of over generations of cruelty.

Fred

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Originally posted by Earwicker:
I'd long since had enough of life by the age of five to be honest. I don't believe in reincarnation, but if I had to come back I'd like to be a miscarriage or an abortion or a cot death. I detest life, and pretty much always have; it is utter shit.

EW

Hmm EW - you sound like a buddhist in the making lol - we think 'life' sucks too and cant wait to escape to something better.

Gianluigi,

I can tell you as someone who has put alot of thought into this that the 'Meaning of Life' is a film by Monty Python and that this fact cannot be contradicted by any religion even Buddhism.

Regards,

Erik

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Originally posted by Gianluigi Mazzorana:

What's your meaning for the word "life"?

Gianluigi,

My name, Haim, means life in Hebrew, if that helps.

Haim

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Originally posted by Mick Parry:
I am basically a happy chap, I enjoy life and have few regrets.

Lucky you.

No one should underestime the degree of mere subjective preference in my abhorrance of the world; some people hate rats or mice or spiders, some people hate opera, some people hate fish; I hate life.

I must admit that I really don't believe people when they say they like, or even LOVE life; it is a detestable, tedious nonsense, a process we're condemned to by two stupid twerps with itchy hormones without being consulted ourselves. I dare say life is OK at the highest level - it's probably not so bad if you're a concert pianist - but most of us are just packing material, superfluous human junk padding out society a little until, after a few years pointless misery and labour, we finally fall ill with some hideous disease, lose what little dignity we ever had, and die.

Cot death for me next time please.

EW

To a wise man everyday is a new life!

And we're all just extras in everyone else's play.

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Originally posted by Beano:
To a wise man everyday is a new life!

And we're all just extras in everyone else's play.

One the contrary, I believe we are all the architects of our experience.

No one should underestime the degree of mere subjective preference in my abhorrance of the world; some people hate rats or mice or spiders, some people hate opera, some people hate fish; I hate life.

I must admit that I really don't believe people when they say they like, or even LOVE life; it is a detestable, tedious nonsense, a process we're condemned to by two stupid twerps with itchy hormones without being consulted ourselves. I dare say life is OK at the highest level - it's probably not so bad if you're a concert pianist - but most of us are just packing material, superfluous human junk padding out society a little until, after a few years pointless misery and labour, we finally fall ill with some hideous disease, lose what little dignity we ever had, and die.

Cot death for me next time please.

EW[/QUOTE]

From a Buddhist point of view we are born, we age, we get sick and die, then we are born, we age, we get sick and die and on and on and on......this cycle of rebirth, aging, sickness and death has been going on for aeons and is called 'samsara'. Realising that samsara has NO good qualities is the first step in developing renunciation and breaking free from it's grip. Enlightenent is achievable and is preferable to a cot death anyday in my view.

Dukkha

No one is compelled to suffer an intolerable life. The means to end it are all around.

If life seems bad, then you are missing something, and that something is probably right there but you just fail to see it.
I'm lucky because I don't really get too concerned what happens to me as I have others that I care about more; my children for instance. That's a great freedom for me. I do find that those who are preoccupied with themselves are ultimately the most disappointed by life. The current media trend of "celebrity" is a good example of hollowness of the self-obsessed.
Go listen to Quadrophenia - it's all in there.