Something in us wants to matter, yup, even forever.
I find an escape (or contemplative vacation, let’s say) from such wanting in the realization: one can never know from within a closed system whether or no the system is closed. This is I’d say simply true. It is the foundation of modern simulation theory, which is intellectually identical to theism anyhow. Or if it ain’t, it takes a greater mind then mine to squabble up and dissect the crux core key distinction between.
I definitely get the need or desire to cease mattering. I also believe this is part of why, from a physiological standpoint, sleep is so essential. In deep sweet dreamless sleep we do cease to matter. “To matter” here being a verb. What a dork move, limning that. Anyhow.
I love “machine” as a term for systems biological, chemical: physical. So long as we mind that we’re made of force fields principally, primally anchored to points that themselves get pretty smeary, it’s fun! Or…it can be fun.
Fully agree with your last para. Even: agree and sympathize. As to God, or even to a fellow human being, I know I’m a mote. I thank God now, just in case I don’t get a chance to, later. Gratitude, to me, is indicated in life, glorious and agony-riven as its messy expanse must seem to a mote like me.
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