
L'absent
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- Aug 18, 2024
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Those who know me here are aware that I don't believe in any inherent meaning to life or in any form of afterlife. To me, life is a product of chaos, a blind process with no purpose or direction. There is nothing after death except absolute void, and I don't believe our existence leaves any lasting mark in a universe that itself is destined for dissolution.
And yet, I wonder: why do we keep searching for meaning? Why does the idea of nothingness disturb us so much? Perhaps the real driving force of life is not the search for answers, but the fear of accepting that there are none.
I would like to hear your thoughts:
1. For those who believe in meaning or an afterlife: where does this conviction come from? Is it faith, experience, or the need for consolation?
2. For those who, like me, see only the void and meaninglessness: what keeps you going each day? What do you find in the horror of nothingness?
3. Do you think the desire to leave a legacy – a memory, a mark – is just a way to fight insignificance? And if so, does it really matter?
I don't believe there are definitive answers. But precisely because our time is limited, perhaps it's worth discussing. What is your truth in the face of the void?