I Have Random Thoughts
Life. A simple four letter word. Defined concisely as: "the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death."
If the definition and spelling of life are simple, then the meaning and implications and ideals of life are the farthest from it as is possible.
In fact, the meaning of life itself has been a more hotly tampered debate than that of it's sister: death.
How can something which, by definition, every human participates in be construed so extremely differently by such a myriad of people? When will human nature be satisfied with whatever conclusion there is to be "found" if there even is one?
How is one to judge wether their beliefs are correct or at least "good and right"? Why must this vexing series of questions even plague us?
If the definition and spelling of life are simple, then the meaning and implications and ideals of life are the farthest from it as is possible.
In fact, the meaning of life itself has been a more hotly tampered debate than that of it's sister: death.
How can something which, by definition, every human participates in be construed so extremely differently by such a myriad of people? When will human nature be satisfied with whatever conclusion there is to be "found" if there even is one?
How is one to judge wether their beliefs are correct or at least "good and right"? Why must this vexing series of questions even plague us?
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