With this perspective, is death really a ‘meaning’ to life, or is it rather a ‘fuel’ for more life?
If it’s the latter, then that implies there is another meaning to life. There is a circle which keeps the wheel of life spinning - but where is the wheel going, and why?
The ultimate death of everything, perhaps, in which case I suppose you are correct.
@canofcam@lemmy.world
To me, it’s more of the former. It’s fuel only in the eyes of materialistic pursuit, which is a subset of survival instinct. When one let go from the mundane, when one wakes up to the fact that we’re taking nothing with us after we cease existing, when one wakes up to the fact that what we call as “we” or “me” are illusions of a emergent property from principles of physics (sentience from a dynamic system of electric signals flowing through a self-organizing structure “living being”), then if gets easier to see death (and Death, the noumenon, which I symbolically see as “Death Herself” as in Morana, for example) as meaning rather than “fuel”.
As for where is the cosmic wheel going, IMHO the answer is likely: to itself. Order emerged from chaos (Ordo Ab Chao) and chaos emerge from order (Chao Ab Ordine) and the cosmic cycle goes on indefinitely. Life, and by extension humans, are just a tiny part of the order which emerged from primordial chaos (Science calls it Big Bang, Sumerians called Her Tiamat) that’s going to return to the same chaos (the inexorable “falling” towards maximum state of entropy).
With this perspective, is death really a ‘meaning’ to life, or is it rather a ‘fuel’ for more life?
If it’s the latter, then that implies there is another meaning to life. There is a circle which keeps the wheel of life spinning - but where is the wheel going, and why?
The ultimate death of everything, perhaps, in which case I suppose you are correct.
@canofcam@lemmy.world
To me, it’s more of the former. It’s fuel only in the eyes of materialistic pursuit, which is a subset of survival instinct. When one let go from the mundane, when one wakes up to the fact that we’re taking nothing with us after we cease existing, when one wakes up to the fact that what we call as “we” or “me” are illusions of a emergent property from principles of physics (sentience from a dynamic system of electric signals flowing through a self-organizing structure “living being”), then if gets easier to see death (and Death, the noumenon, which I symbolically see as “Death Herself” as in Morana, for example) as meaning rather than “fuel”.
As for where is the cosmic wheel going, IMHO the answer is likely: to itself. Order emerged from chaos (Ordo Ab Chao) and chaos emerge from order (Chao Ab Ordine) and the cosmic cycle goes on indefinitely. Life, and by extension humans, are just a tiny part of the order which emerged from primordial chaos (Science calls it Big Bang, Sumerians called Her Tiamat) that’s going to return to the same chaos (the inexorable “falling” towards maximum state of entropy).