Often, an fascinating touch upon one among my weblog piques my curiosity; right here is an excerpt from a current one:
“The “lostness regarding our place in an detached cosmos” as you set it … appears to be a pervasive thought course of even among the many laymen when offered with the thought of an total lack of that means, however why is that? I have a tendency extra to agree with guys like Simon Critchley in that meaningless is superior! Yeah, the cosmos is detached! All which means is that we’ve got been granted entry to this wonderful, presumably infinite sandbox to play in for so long as we permit ourselves to take action! Possibly that’s simply me.”
I want I may embrace the attainable meaninglessness of life the best way Critchley does. He eschews all narratives of salvation and is edified by the strange issues round him which, on nearer inspection, are actually extraordinary. Maybe that is what Kazantzakis had in thoughts when he known as hope “the final temptation.” Reasonably than hope for unattainable salvation, we should always discover that means within the sights, sounds, and loves that encompass us. This was Zorba the Greek’s resolution in Kazantzakis’s novel. You discover a comparable concept in Stoicism. If we could possibly be resigned and detached to our destiny, whereas doing our obligation on the identical time, we’d expertise equanimity of thoughts. This may be one of the best we are able to do.
However then once more, to cite the commentator, “perhaps it’s simply me” however this doesn’t appear to be sufficient. This raises a query. Is there one thing unsuitable with me as a result of I can not discover the extraordinary throughout the strange, I can not settle for my destiny and my finitude; or is one thing unsuitable with the world, that it seems to not give me the infinite being, consciousness, and bliss I so need? Shakespeare stated that the issue wasn’t within the stars however in ourselves, however I feel the issue is in each. To be really content material we should change each ourselves and the world.
But it’s a massive challenge to vary the world. For now, we could also be pressured to just accept our destiny and discover solace in doing so. Maybe that is one of the best we are able to do. Simply let it go—resignation, acceptance, peace. The nirvana of nothingness. However as quickly as I say such issues one other voice inside me objects. I hear Dylan Thomas.
“Don’t go light into that good evening. Rage, rage towards the dying of the sunshine.”
