I’ve been playing with Python and POV-Ray, catching up on movies, enjoying the continued nice weather, and even getting in some reading. Yet it’s still weird how little I seem to get done considering the days are all mine. (And I still haven’t fully shaken the sense that all this free time ends at some point.)
For now I plan to focus on project work—the previously mentioned Python and POV-Ray playing—so there may be a pause in the posting while I putter (possibly a plethora of pauses). Please stay tuned!
In the meantime, I have some questions:
Do the five stages of grief apply to life?
- Denial that shit is bad.
- Anger that shit is bad.
- Bargaining—trying to fix the shit that is bad.
- Depression that shit is bad (and can’t be fixed).
- Acceptance that shit is bad and will always be bad.
[I'm not sure where I heard this… it sounds a lot like a George Carlin bit to me.]
There is a certain poetry in linking the stages of grief and the stages of (the shit in) life. Buddhists believe life is suffering. And certainly our tradition is filled with parables about shit; for example, it always rolls downhill.
But speaking of suffering and joy, here are other questions:
If there is no meaning or purpose to the universe:
Why do the stars take my breath away?
Why does music make me joyful?
If the universe is just a machine:
What does it mean to choose to cause suffering?
That assumes free will exists. It might not.
If the universe is just a determined machine,
Does choosing to cause suffering have any meaning?
Is there any link between joy or suffering and the idea of meaning in the universe? Atheists claim there is no evidence for purpose or meaning. Might our capacity for joy and suffering offer such evidence?
There is also our will to cause joy or suffering. How we do one or the other certainly says a lot about our character. Does the ability to choose provide clues about purpose and meaning?
Food for thought! Which brings up another question:
I wonder what to have for dinner tonight!