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The same muttering rant as before . . . [Aug. 14th, 2015|02:25 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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No, no, no, guys.  Before you can derive meaning from God, you have to define and explain God.  Meaning can only rest on meaning, so if your meaning rests on God, we must know on what God rests.  It's a "turtles all the way down" argument.  It can all seem magnificently solid till you come to the last turtle---or is it the first turtle?---the one that all the others are standing on.  And if you say that what the first (for the sake of argument) turtle is standing on is unknown or unknowable, then the meaning of the whole stack of turtles goes poof, no matter how many there were.

Meaning is a vapor trail.  We manufacture it as we hurtle butt-first through time.  If we want meaning, if we simply must have it, we must make it faster than it evaporates, though that's not going to keep it from eventually evaporating anyway.  That's what we do.  We churn out great billowing clouds of meaning only to have it burn off in the sunshine.  What is the sunshine?  Nobody knows, but that's OK.  It kind of has to be---OK, that is.  I kind of think that the sunshine is existence, itself, raw, primordial existence that simply is without being anything in particular.  Am I drooling again?  Damn, I am, aren't I?  Hey, you asked . . .