Since you seem to be continuing with the jabs, I'll take them. Whose opinion then would you value on the subject? Apparently not any of The Beatles.

Look at you. Trying to trap me...

I was simply saying "what is not", not "what is". Like saying it is incorrect to put gasoline in the cake, but if you ask me what you should put in that Christmas cake I would have to say I have no clue (atm).*

I win?

*science is obviously the correct answer, would you agree?

I remember Dawkins ridiculing the question itself as being nonsensical. Like, what is the meaning of yellow? I think he was saying this is not an objective question, so good luck answering it that way.

If you need the win you can have it. Though I still think love is kindof a big deal, I wasn't really trying to defend my paper that much anyway. Hence, the college haze qualifier. Grats.

to balance my karma points, I'll just say that I agree with this 100%

The battle was lost in advance.

So if we can all agree there is no objective meaning to life, that the question is a bad one to begin with, the only way it makes sense to ask would be as a personal question, "what gives meaning to my life?" Love is high on the list, you should try it.

Sorry, flanked ya! No worries tho, I'm just gonna give u a bear hug!

LOL, props for going with the game

And offering additional musical reasons to like life; (the next 2 do not top but come close enough seconds to the classic Jarre piece before, of course the pattern is identical always...)








And since people coming to this thread may do so because they think life, self or the others have betrayed them, lead them to torturous, mediocre existence and despair, maybe this sad moment is part of an elaborate unconscious cosmic plan towards wisdom. You will never build character or wisdom without pain or failure. To understand the necessity for love and drive for creative life you need to suffer first, you need to have it, lose it and find the strength to regain it.

After all you were not the first to get there; You have good company...All synthesis however ambitious or not starts from a deep sense of pain a quest for a more pleasing state. Apparently it is necessary. (You can ask people like Beethoven or Planck about how difficult and painful their lives were)

So if you find yourself sad remind yourself the miracle that is even this sadness. Aided by the relentless eternal sculpture of complexity that is the game time, natural law and probability play, a universe with no consciousness had to work hard (for billions of years) to produce that feeling in some of its complex structures. Enjoy that moment of sadness as a success of nature, a step necessary in attaining full awareness.

So celebrate even the sadness. Cry not because you are weak but because you can feel.





And right after that sweet emotional melancholic but moving piece do yourself a favor.

Pick your self up, listen to this;




and get ready for WAR.

This version of Adagio for Strings gives me more the sense in living:

Those seem like sound theoretical reasons for why meaning might be found in a life of love. But does it actually work for anybody?

Ah, it seems to. I suppose you could argue those people have no special qualifications to judge the matter. But since meaning in life is pretty much a subjective personal thing I suppose the only person qualified to judge the matter is the person himself judging it for himself. Evidently there are many who do so in favor of Love. So your theoretical reasons appear to be more than just ivory tower musings.

I'll take this as an opportunity to impose on you the lyrics to one of my mediocre coffee house songs - which I understand have become a big hit among the Yawanawa people of the Amazon.

If I could rule the world
for just one day
people might bow
and tell me what I want to hear

Riches power and fame
the crowd calling out my name
for maybe 20 minutes
or maybe 20 years
just as long as I can play the game

But time after time
we find the ground's fallen out from under us
and everything we worked for
everything we wanted is lost
or beyond our touch

Still we're standing on our love like a rock
when everything else has blown away in the wind
We'll be standing on our love like a rock
when everything else has blown away

First time I saw you
Don't know what it was
Such a longing in your gaze

Same look
Same light in your eyes
I saw there then
is still here today

Sunrises
Sunsets
Some heartaches in the night
Unspoken words of love and life and hope
found in the laughter that's filled our lives

Though time after time
we've found the ground's fallen out from under us
and everything we worked for
everything we wanted
is lost or beyond out touch

Still we're standing on our love like a rock
when everything else has blown away in the wind
We'll be standing on our love like a rock
when everything else has blown away


Merry Christmas

PairTheBoard

What the hell is happening to this forum?

We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow;
Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

To counter such nonsense:

Myst'ry
All my life has been a myst'ry
You and I were never ever meant to be
That's why I call my love for you a myst'ry

Diff'rent country
You and I have always lived in a diff'rent country
And I know that airline tickets don't grown on a tree
So what kept us apart is plain for me to see
That much at least is not really a myst'ry

Estu(a)ry
I live in a houseboat on an estu(a)ry
Which is handy for my work with the Thames Water Authority
But I know that you would have found it insannitry
Insannitry

Taken a violent dislike to me
I'd be foolish to ignore the possibility
That if we had ever actually met you might have hated me
Still, that's not the only problem that I can see

Dead since 1973
You've been dead now.. wait a minute let me see
Fifteen years come next Janue-ary
As a human being you are hist'ry

So why do I still long for you?
Why is my love so strong for you?
Why did I write this song for you?
Well.. I guess it's just a mystery

(watch it here: [url:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__DrJI7mTHQ[/url])