What is the point of living?

I would like somebody to come up with a completely logical, irrefutable answer to this question. All other answers will be laughed at.

 

necrophilia

 

Dying.

 

That is cetainly an option, and a wonderful point it is, but it is not THE point and it is also not for everybody. Some people like their bodies warm.

I have another question, or a several. Is a person that wants to kill themselves particularly depressed or emotional? I mean, aren't there plenty of logical reasons to kill yourself? Aren't there plenty of reasons, unclouded by emotion, to not care?

I am just curious, I am not suffering from any sort of depression nor from a desire to kill myself.

 

I think dying would be very pleasant, but why live in the first place?

 

Because you can't die if you hadn't first lived.

Oh, and I agree. I think death would be very peaceful and pleasant. Not that I want to die or am remotely depressed. I just have little fear of it.

 

I'm not a Calvinist either, please.

 

I liken it to eating the cheeze puffs, and then spitting a nasty yellow lugey on the wall, gas pump, a annoying neighbors car, or window. Going back later and its still there..
Now thats a accomplishment dont you think. The journey begins with one cheezy puff..

 

Something to do while you are waiting to die.

 

Life is an experience. It depends on what you make of it.

 

Yes, but some people cannot make a lot of their lives and I think that the rest of us take our freedom for granted.

 

what's the point in not living

 

We're social creatures who procreate. We're probably supposed to make valuable connections with people in life.

 

I like to see death as the warm, comforting eternal bed in which one sleeps after a long, long, arduous, absurd and at times joyful day at work. Do you ever get the feeling that you're staring at the clock just longing for it to end?

 

Who says? And if so, why don't we do it better?

 

Not exactly. I have a lot of piss in me yet. I know that I'm going to live a long time. I just have this feeling that I have a long life ahead of me, so it's hard to long for the end when it's far away.

But I do feel close to death somehow, and yet we've never been introduced.

I feel like death is the life of memory - that it smells like the things in my life that went missing, are lost or gone. I can only know they exist in memory, a partial reality that is the meta-reality in which experience replicating itself into existence. Death is a senseless replication of life's memory.

Experiencing it is probably like a dream, or feeling nothing. I don't know what it's like to feel nothing, but it sounds like a wonderful way to end up.

 

I hope that death has nothing to do with any of those things that you described. I see death as the point at which we cast of the burden of awareness.

I should have mentioned that while I sometimes feel like I am looking at a clock on a tedious work day, there are other moments when I am so absorbed, filled up and joyful in, by and in the things that I do that I forget that life and death even exist.

For certain reasons I have become acutely aware of the fact that I was somewhat born to lose, and for this reason I do long for it to be over quickly.

 

I say so. Science and religion agree too. People are socialized, our entire civilization is based on social systems - it's natural to be socialized by your mother at birth, to be brought up by your parents or acting parents and behave as humans do.

We don't do it better, because we've been given the largest end of the stick in the journey of evolution: the human brain. Which doesn't make us any better than any life form, but we've complicated our lives to increasingly do whatever is perceivably better - amelioration to the point where life can't get any 'better' without sacrificing making something worse. We compartmentalize our nature and a large part of it has been lost. For sure. We've isolated our natural creative abilities to work, to keep fit, to live as communal persons in a changing and natural environment and ecological system that are unique to our regions.

Andrew, do you ever feel like you'd bust if you can't see the sky or know something you feel that should know? Like there's some fundamental link missing inside of you, but it's so elusive that everyday it evades you?

Life has become a rat race in which we've created a race that permits us to live as rats.

We can live better I think, if we learned to treat the earth and other living things with more respect.

 

we are the survival exoskeletons of our genetic controllers, who are more akin to strings of computer code than the organisms we normally think of

 

Either death is a like a dream, where we retain some sort of sense of memory of reality, or it's nothing like that, and we feel nothing and we are free of our burdens. But either way, in my view, both are great and sound pretty gnarly to me.