On the way to work, I looked over at the sun rising over the water and thought about how I’d spend my day if I weren’t going to work. I imagined sitting for a little while with some iced coffee, just watching the sun transform itself from the fiery red giant into a pale impression of itself. Instead of then imagining myself spending the day as fully as if it were my last, I could imagine nothing other than myself walking home at 9AM, bored shitless with a full day in front of me.

I wondered to myself, “What’s it all about?” As usual when entertaining something important, I distracted myself. I punched the gas simply to hear the whine of the turbo, and sped off only semi-secure in the answer “cash equals turbo, and turbo is king.”

As the day wore on, and I became embroiled in more and more minutiae at the expense of larger initiatives, I became more and more aware that my morning question was hanging in the back of my head, stalled like a hung application waiting for input before it could shut itself down. By the time I made it to the gym at the end of the day, the question was eating nearly 87% of my system resources begging to be answered.

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It’s about breathing and avoiding not breathing?

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I don’t know how to…oh you’re going to pay>
Ok. Maybe, it’s about goals and achieving them?

You seem to be asking. What are your goals?>
Dunno. House. Promotion. Kids. 8 hour hard on. Whatever.

And why do you need to a promotion?>
Respect? Validation?

Why?>
To make more money.

Why?>
So, that I can have nice things.

Why?>
Because having a big TV, and lots of music is nice.

Why?>
Because they make like more pleasant?

Why? Isn’t sitting watching a sunrise better than any Hall & Oates album that you can imagine?>
Definitely, yes, but complicated things make life more fun.

You don’t think that simple things are fun? Do you really have more fun with your big TV than that bent paper clip on your desk? Didn’t think I knew about that, did you? C’mon. You don’t really believe that consumer electronics are the keys to your happiness. They make you tired. They clog your head so that you can’t even think. I mean right now you’re talking to yourself, man. But, if you say that happiness is what you’re after, what is the point of being happy? Or is that the point of life?>
Happiness is makes the time go faster, that’s for sure, but I’m not sure that it’s the point of life. I mean there are people out there that derive happiness from the pain of others. Who is perusing the end goal in that situation? That can’t be it.

And the more I tried to delve into the answer, the worse the problem became…

What if Jesus really is the answer?>
I think the biggest cop out in Western civilization is that if you follow a set of rules then you will receive eternal paradise, payable only to you, and only after you die. That’s REALLY burying your head as to the point of life. It’s the perfect cop out to not have to think about any big questions at all. It’s all laid out for you very neatly in verse to quote whenever you feel threatened. But, if you think that life is some sort of dress rehearsal for a pageant that is to take place after you are too deceased to get the invite, you may be wasting what little life you have on things that don’t really matter. Imagine what your reward in heaven will be for a life lived well. That may be what you see as your road to happiness. Whatever that is, you really might want to strive for that now, because you might not get another chance.

Ok, suppose that there is no God at all. We’ve removed that option from the system. No heaven, No Mel Gibson, No George Burns, nothing. What is the point?>
If you eliminate the religious rules, what do you have? Social rules? Governmental rules? Under whose authority do all of these rules exist? Who says you can’t just live on a piece of land, or walk along a “private” beach, or copy some music to further drown out any possibility of thinking? Someone says you can’t. Under whose authority do these rules exist? Yours? If they are not rules that have been developed by you and for you, you are really not bound by them, are you? I’m not saying that there are no consequences to breaking them, but you are not truly bound by them. To follow rules is your choice.

If, then you are not bound by any rules, and living in a world where you are subject only to your own authority, what then is the point of life? It’s just you. What do you say it is?>
Say it>
Say it>
Say it>
And then ask yourself what imaginary blockade is keeping you from seeking it.>

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