Mean­ing is the issue we have with our lives. Is there mean­ing to our lives? We’d like to think so, because of course then, what is all this for? Life would be so mun­dane and full of sor­row and all of the strug­gles and traf­fic jams and intense trau­matic moments would be for naught.

Here is my take and fun­da­men­tally my life’s phi­los­o­phy and the phi­los­o­phy behind this site.

Life is meaningless.

The Mean­ing of Mean­ing is MEANING — McLuhan

If the uni­verse were vast and empty and point­less then it becomes up to the INDIVIDUAL to cre­ate the mean­ing of their own lives. The indi­vid­ual becomes an artist who can dec­o­rate and infuse life with all sorts of mag­i­cal beliefs and mys­ti­cal per­cep­tions. We can become con­nected, we can choose our beliefs no mat­ter how wild or out­ra­geous or wacky or con­tra­dic­tory they may seem. (I believe in sci­ence and magic and I see no issue at all.)

Most likely, at the root of every­thing, in the atoms, mol­e­cules, elec­trons, quarks and bosons, there’s noth­ing, noth­ing at all.

We’re made of noth­ing and yet here we are, some­things. Mean­ing is noth­ing­ness and we the some­things make it ours by what we CHOOSE to think about, believe in, what we focus on, how we perceive.

So maybe I’m wrong and the mean­ing of our lives is really choice?

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• Para­dox: Or How I Believe in Noth­ing and Everything
• Incog­nito & prac­ti­cal evolution
• Prin­ci­ples of Art: Steal from your­self (aka, every­thing is an artists tool)
• Zen & the art of sacred suffering
• The ulti­mately sim­ple 2 step guide to choos­ing what you believe in.