meaning

I’ve always struggled with the meaning of life, or the lack thereof, but maybe that was precisely the point. 

Maybe those people saying ‘find your own meaning’ weren’t just throwing out trite soundbites; maybe they had brains which did the heavy lifting for them.

Now… it seems so obvious. This problem I have wrestled with my whole life, and the answer just falls into my lap.

The meaning of life…

… is to find meaning

That’s it. We are human; we find purpose. We find patterns and continuities and convergences. We find God. We find karma. We find rebirth. The theory of relativity. Gravity. Language. It’s all the same. All patterns. All weaves.

It seems so simple. Maybe I’ve read it somewhere before but I just turned my head now and I knew it and that was that. 

The buddha said that a polished mind reflects reality, and our goal in life is to ensure that the patterns our minds recognise are true to reality.

And the way that we do this is to improve the accuracy of the sensing equipment through meditation or medication.

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