You ever have a thought where you think that you've figured it all out?

There are times when I have daydreams and in the end I come out thinking -- Wow, that's it! I've done it! Whoever that's running this little game, if if I've truly found the answer to life, give me a sign! Anything! Sometimes I look up at the stars and ask for a sign.

Hah, and then nothing happens. Then I realize that I've figured it all out many times in the past with different results, and feel foolish.

I don't really understand why people just go about their daily lives as if all of this is just meant to be. Not many people are concerned about why we're here or what is our purpose. Some believe in an all powerful entity, others believe we were brought here by other intelligent beings, some think that we were simply developed along with the rest of the solar system, and yet others believe we are in a computer game being controlled by some kid. lol

What do you all think? And have you ever had moments like mine? Moments where you think you've read the mind of God?

Yes, but unfortunately I usually forget it once I sober up....

There was a time in my life when I thought I had the answers to everything. Now I have gotten to the point to where, to be quite honest, I just don't give a # anymore. "Obtaining the truth" is a myth that we all die still no closer to than we were before we started our journey.



[edit on 19-11-2007 by SpeakerofTruth]

Most serious-minded people talk about the "Truth." But they take it for granted. They never get down to setting up measurements by which to gauge the Truth so that they will realize it when they hear it. They presume to be able to recognize it, and some go as far as to presume to be the fortunate possessors of it.
The Truth is a path more than a realization of measurability. The scientist feels that he is a pursuer of Truth, but the products of the scientific laboratory are more likely to be cannons and culture rather than inklings of the first cause or man's picture of ultimate destiny. And the same scientist, who may be trying to crack the atom or split a chromosome, may privately have massive rationalizations about religion, personal definition, or personal destiny. So that he is a mechanical seeker, but not an entire and dynamic seeker,--even though he functions mechanically in his scientific quest much more valuably than most of humanity.
Truth is a path because it is never fully realized, and because many aspects of the search for Truth remain relative. Man is a being whose consciousness depends upon fickle senses and a mind largely capable of witnessing in a relative manner, and largely incapable of direct knowledge.

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We live in a cloud of illusions. We cling to them, legislate them in our councils, create and deify them in our religious dogma, breed them into our children, and rarely realize that we are spinning this web of fiction for all the hours and days of our lives unless we are fortunate or unfortunate enough to die slowly. I was shocked the first time I heard a priest at a funeral pray that all of those present might be granted a slow death. For a moment I thought him a barbarian carrying to the extreme his cult of masochism. But perhaps that slow death may be the only moments of reality for the total life of many earthlings. Because a dying man is forced to face the fact that he is about to become zero, and the pseudo-comforts that promised glorious lights, trumpets and escorting angels, now have no meaning. All that the dying man knows is that he is about to begin to rot. Nothingness has more meaning to him, and embodies his world of reality more than all of the religions and clichés of a human-animal philosophy eternally cursed and confounded by language and its deceptions.

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[edit on 19-11-2007 by SpeakerofTruth]

[edit on 19-11-2007 by SpeakerofTruth]

^ That's why I sometimes think to myself that nothing I do really matters, and that it will all be realized in a more focused manner when I lie on the bed to take my final breath. Those thoughts usually come to me when I'm driving to work or something else that I feel there's no need to do. I say to myself, why the heck am I going to work? Heck, why am I even here without questioning anything?

I suppose a slow death for a religious man is his last moments to connect with the god that is to save him in the afterlife from a gloomy hell, so I doubt he's thinking that he's about to become zero.