The Meaning of Life. Does life make sense?

To ask what is the goal of our species is not as easily defined or explained. As individuals we make meaningful choices for ourselves; part of our decisions is alliances with others. Some of the first alliances would be with a mother or father, sibling or friend. These first alliances are with the basic family unit. Beyond the family unit we created hunter/gather groups; then agricultural coops. These coops evolved into villages, towns, cities and nations. Do nations have a goal? Perhaps the goal of nations is to grow stronger and persist. Perhaps the goal of the species is to grow stronger and persist. I am not sure we are doing either today – growing stronger and persisting. That maybe what we want as a species, but I am not sure we are doing it.

Existence is not merely “‘our’ existence as a species”, existence refers to both individuals and groups (including “‘our’ species”). You could also speak of “‘our’ existence as living beings” or “‘our’ existence as (a gathering of) atoms” or “‘our’ existence as (a gathering of) particles”. You are talking about the difference between one’s personal life and the species’ “life” which you call “existence”. But existence does not refer to merely one of them. Existence is more than life, existence was earlier than life, existence is the basis of life, whereas life is the higher form of existence, and according to the formal definition: life is a subordinated form of existence; so existence is its superordinated form.

In other words:

Every living being is an existing being, but not every existing being is a living being.

Examples:

Stones do exist, but they do not live. They are existing beings, but they are not living beings. Trees are existing and living beings.

If life ever makes nonsense, then know that the truest sense has already been made and it still didn’t make sense without the nonsense.

Questions about the meaning of life become superfluous once randomness is understood
Because statistical improbability and divine purpose tend not to be mutually compatible

I am afraid that that is not 100% true.

It is still a bit questionable whether “randomness is understood” and whether “statistical improbability and divine purpose tend not to be mutually compatible”.

Randomness just means where there are multiple possibilities no single
outcome can be guaranteed because not all of the variables are known

That does not prove what you said before: “Questions about the meaning of life become superfluous …”

Questions about the meaning of life do not have to, but can even become more important in that case.

oops! … suppose there is no rational connection to previous posts.

Scanning the recent posts reminds me of Nietzsche … and I know frightfully little about the man or his writings.

Here’s my take on the man …

  1. His raison d’etre … his life’s purpose … the meaning of his life … was —> attempt to put the final nail in the coffin of God … the coffin science had been building … and nailing shut … for centuries.

  2. The people of his day wanted this … they were fed up with all the dribble about God … whatever/whoever He/She/It was.

  3. Nietzsche achieved his life’s purpose … subsequent generations found … personally experienced … the meaning(less) of life … the purpose(less) of life … the direction(less) of life … ergo nihilism.

  4. If history has any value … this is a recurring pattern … and the result is almost always the same. God suddenly and viciously inflicts a severe punishment.

There cannot be any objective meaning to life if it occurred randomly which it did. Even if life did not occur randomly
that would still not imply meaning. Asking what is the meaning of life is a loaded question because it assumes there is
a meaning. If it could be objectively determined then it would be known. But it cannot because it is purely subjective

Life could appear to have sense going foreward with the idea of having or gaining a will to power the need to develop more control over the choices a person takes to make sense.

In retrospect, even though people tend to remember mostly good events in their lifetime, a lucid and good memory serves well to negate that optimistism.

No, or let us say: that is only half a truth (if “half a truth” is possible at all). You do not know whether life is “occured randomly” or not (##). The question whether there is a meaning of life does always make sense, and people always ask this question. It does not assume that “there is a meaning”, as you suggest (probably because you yourself assume that there is no meaning). It is just a question. Everyone may find an answer to this question, regardless which answer it is. An objevctive answer is possible too (I am not saying that I know this answer for sure). That is the reason why I opened this thread.

If you assume that there is no meanig of life for you, then just say that there is “no meaning of life for you” (again: for you!). You have no objective - but only a subjective (##) - argument against those who say that there is an objective meaning of life. There is no proof of the thesis that there is no meaning of life.

The conditions which allowed life to evolve were most definitely random. As the number of variables and the time scale involved
are evidence of this. Now given how this is entirely fortuitous there can be no objective meaning to life as such. Because if it did
not evolve [ something that was entirely possible ] then such a meaning could simply not exist. But the fact that it did is entirely
incidental because as soon as the human race becomes extinct then so too will notions of meaning both subjective and objective

Randomness has not much to do with the question whether life makes sense. It is a fact that life is everywhere in the universe where it has got a chance. Our universe tends to life.

So you are saying that the life of the human species makes no sense, whereas the life of a single human being makes sense, at least for you. So perhaps we have to distinguish between evolution and history, between nature and culture or a person. Then the answer to the question of the meaning of life has indeed two sides. A person or a couple, a family, a kin, a clan, a tribe, a nation, a culture can have a goal, so that life makes sense, probably because of getting respect, the will to power, or/and just because of each moment. This could also mean that the life of the human species makes sense. But can we know that for sure? Maybe there is only a subjective answer possible, an answer of a person, a couple, a family, a kin, a clan, a tribe, a nation, a culture - if each of them is a subject. The objective meaning could be the framework condition of evolution or nature, for example the fight against the entropy, or the completion, the achievement, the perfection of what was set or placed with its earliest beginning, the fertilizaition, conception.

The human species is merely a zoological concept. But a human as a person or humans as another subject - like a couple, a family, a kin, a clan, a tribe, a nation, a culture - can have, should have and often do have a goal which shows that their life makes sense, has a meaning.

By the way: It is possible too that the „Brexit“ can become a meaning of life to you, if you spend your life time with it (and - perhaps - get power because of it). :slight_smile:

Agreed.

MagsJy,

I love the blues in your avatar.

I don’t think that there could ever be ONLY one answer to your question as we are individuals with our own particular lives. There cannot either be ONLY one goal.

I’ve read some school of thought which says that our goal is to become like gods.

Some might say, to which I agree, that it is to guard and perpetuate our own species along with that of all other species. We haven’t been doing the greatest job here - sometimes we fail and sometimes we are continuing to exceed.

Some might say that it is to grow and to learn everything there is to learn about our universe, both the universe within and the outer universe. (I think that goes towards “to become like gods”.) That is not really speaking heresy ~~ for those who are religious. That may simply mean coming to full total consciousness ~~ not that that is totally possible ~~ like the pure light energy (for lack of a better expression) which created the universe.

Then there is the goal in which we seek to discover what our goal[s] are and which ones make sense and are capable of furthering all species.

…et cetera… There are as many different goals to reach for as there are different fish in the sea.

The so-called meaning of life is like the goal perception. One size DOES NOT FIT ALL.

Could there actually BE meaning to life without the observer who ponders it, interprets it, and experiences it?

Sometimes our lives, our existences ~ which IS life flowing through us ~ make great sense. When it does not, it is only because, obviously, we cannot make sense of it and we struggle to. The more we struggle, the less it makes sense.

I once wrote a poem when a part of my life was not making sense. The clarify only came to me as I watched a little seagull body surf. The ocean was pushing him into these rocks. Back and forth, flowing and ebbing he went. Did it bother him at all? No, he seemed to be so in tune with it all. Flowing and ebbing, flowing and ebbing, he rode those waves. I wonder what it feels like to a seagull who rides the waves? lol I watched him and by the time he flew away, I understood.

Life made sense to him.

Our existence is a mystery, but my life isn’t… I know how I came to be, but how did we come to be.

Yes… we have made sense of our lives and living (normality permitting) but our existence keeps us constantly on the back foot of confusion.

Brexit is simply about regaining control of our country back, from a corrupt EU organisation with self-appointed power-mad and money-hungry officials.

Each End of Everywhere could be connected to the Mountaintop, its core roots, the value of a sphere that can be woven above the risky currents and the dangerous flows divide a triumph through flags of conquest and an avalanche of a fissure drains the ozone layer beyond melted shells or coverings extended over transformation, or raising the pie charts and probabilities of failure, sabotage, disaster, death, staying underground, or avoiding levity, even vacations slay a yawning channel breaking engines and establishing bounce, so if we could defy gravity, sink through a very slow fall into their air, gradually assume more liquid or float like forms, flavors and rough forks flipped into music could satisfy a peace.

That’s kind of confusing, or there could be doors and sidewalks, different passageways or alternatives for vaporizing a smoking oracle ball renders a clear vase of liquid light breathing aerial sweeping through clouds and formulas preexisting or having a philosopher’s treasure hunt, so maybe it’s how far we entail conspiracies, wake up to the climb of texts skyrocketing language through the roof of feet and travel to go anywhere, see and do anything with maximum entertainment, not being limited in the span of distance, but just imagining yourself there, prized, alive, welcoming, and wishing big.

Perhaps reality could fulfill any thin film of fuming alchemical solutions from other planets, or racing open on a heated checker board that drops a time bomb, a limit to how long you can wait before moving or, perhaps with lakes on a canvas, or texture riding cravings for water being flavor filled rather than food, or excitement for new sense and discovery lifting the veil to the evening, bringing your face to rule on the moon and be seen everywhere, by being bigger and stronger than all terrestrial life, you can alienate yourself from society, stay away from its concerns and problems, push a shackle on extra pains, no longer be tormented, haunted, ruined, sought after for a worse or less promising existence, so if one were sufficiently devoid of passions, not concerned by immediate comforts, then our focus could penetrate with great ease through a trial of realizations and lightningbolt quick reasoning, finding the chain as a line, or being able to put any accomplishment out there imaginable.

But, more than anything, with a big and strong imagination, all of life comes alive.

and at the beginning, middle and end of the fucking day, the meaning of life is still; at it’s core; ‘to live’. Very easy to make sense out of, therefore the answer is ‘yes’ to does it make sense, which makes you really question why this thread needed to be so damned long.

There is no evidence for this statement at all even if its premise is true