The Search for the Meaning of Existence :: Philosophy Essays

The Search for the gist of ExistenceDaffodil bulbs instead of balls St ared from the sockets of the eyes from Whispers of Immortality We live and then we die. Its scary, the wipeout part, and the living part is quite amazing. There is a great dichotomy surrounding our conception. One minute we are here, another we are gone. What is existence? What is the purpose of existence? The big meta sensible question has my interest. We grasp to commiserate it all but it evades us. This magnificent populace has not answered our questions. Some spate believe that our existence is a divine destiny, a creation of God, or of some purposive push. Others say that the greatest meaning of life is to trade love. These people believe that life has meaning Actually has it I grew up thinking that both of these meanings of life were true. There was a universal muscle of good, always able to overcome bad, and love was the greatest value of all. I believed that my life would have meaning if I contri buted to the good and loving energy in the world. Will my life have more(prenominal) meaning if I am a good loving person than an uninterested lone wolf person? Will my life be more valuable to the universe? Everyone would like to have meaning in their life, even those of us who are becoming cynical to meaning as an absolute. We all would be more comfortable if we k immature of some transcendent value to our existence that surpasses life itself, into death. We do not know of this transcendence though. Society in the 21st ampere-second is on shaky foundations. We have tossed religious proclamations out the window and embraced acquaintance as the ultimate authority. Problem is, science is not providing metaphysical answers so we are out there in space floating some aimlesslyCurrently, through the last decade or so, after live the substantial depth of scientific observations supporting Darwinian evolution, I beat to see another possible meaning of meaning, and hence, a new mean ing of life. Beware Darwins dangerous idea I now see meaning, as an emergent process of evolved human consciousness that functions as an milieu analyst. I see both meaning and consciousness as aftereffects of physical processes in the brain and nervous system. Sounds pretty drab and desolate, huh? Or exciting, depending on who you are, where you are, and what time it is.