Originally posted by Eladar
Let me see....
How many people have lived and died?
How many of these people do we even remember?
When we die do we expect to be any different?
If we simply no long exist after we die, then our lives are little more than sand castles waiting for the tide to wash it away.
Even if you are remembered for something, how would you know? How would you benefit?
Exactly. Since all will be forgotten, why should we care how we live now ?
If there is no God, no accountability, no reward, no punishment, no plan, no purpose, no memory, no hope ...
What meaning is there to life?
You have a few intelligent people typing away communicating over miles through technology questions of God and existence. And you have over in some barnyard a pig with seventeen or twenty flies buzzing around his sleepy muddy snoot.
What is the difference between the Internet talkers and the buzzing flies ? Both will die. Both will be no more. Both are freaks of nature and will dissolve back into the dust of this clod.
What meaning do the humans have over the flies ?
What meaning do either ultimately have ?
All activity, all memory, all aspiration, all planning will melt into the blackness of absolute zero forever.
A lighter shade of pale.
Waiting for Godot.
Castles made of sand slip in the sea eventually.
What does it mean Eladar, without God ?