December 18th, 2006 + 7:12 PM  ·  TonightsLastSong

I`m not one for telling sappy stories about loved ones, (and I especially won`t do so for attention or sympathy) but sappy stories about loved ones happen.  They just do.  And if they didn`t, then most musicians would be out of a job.  Or, they might write about cupcakes or other noxious junkfoods.

Anyway, to be brief...

I`ve been thinking about what the purpose of our life experiences are.  We are the sum of our total experience, basically, though that typically adds up to a very nasty, variable, indescribable thing.  What is to be done?  What`s it all for?  If one person`s life adds up to more than someone else`s, or is somehow more complex... then so what?  Is that to be admired, or dismissed?  (In case you haven`t noticed, this is question asking time for Mr. TLS right now.)  Should we seek for innocence, or truth?  Do we do this for love, or for our own sakes?  And... am I in love, or am I bitter..?   ..bitter over life`s trials... the difficulties that spin around our heads.

We make promises, but few of them seem to last.  Sometimes it`s not our own fault (or maybe it is, but we refuse to believe such nonsense.).  Sometimes we just simply can`t do anything about the broken words and promises.  I`ve done it myself.  I haven`t lived up to things that I tell people that I`ll be.  But strangely enough, as a result of broken things, we can gain our experiences if we do not choose to be too headstrong.

Are our lives a sum of mess-ups that become redeemed somehow?
December 19th, 2006 + 4:12 AM  ·  PuppetXeno

you ask too many questions!

Now DROP and gimme 50!

trade certainty for bewilderment

December 19th, 2006 + 5:12 AM  ·  Simon

You have made the trade admirably. These are the questions that buzz around in my mind every day. Think about 4 billion people all running around trying to find the answers to these myriad questions, and no two come up with all of the same answers. Then zoom out, and realize that those 4 billion are spinning in several directions at once, at a speed of thousands of miles an hour, through a constantly changing and expanding universe. It's hard to find absolute answers.

What makes it even harder is that nobody has more than a small fraction of the information needed. Not that it stops anyone. What separates human's from other species is not opposable thumbs or self-awareness; what separates us is the stories. People cannot exist without their stories, cannot exist in the vacuum of their absence. We are rational beings, and rationality requires context. That is what stories do - they provide context for us to make sense of every facet of our lives.

Where do the stories come from? From us. We take what little we know, and we make up the rest, and once the story is told, most of us can't differentiate between the factual part and the made up part. It's like what our brain does with the blind spot in our field of vision - it just fills it in and passes it off as reality. The amazing part is that we believe so completely in the stories that we create, we are willing to die for them. Wars are fought over perceived differences. Why can't we agree on anything? It's because we have adopted different stories.

Well, TLS, i haven't answered your questions. But you didn't expect me to, did you?
December 19th, 2006 + 5:12 PM  ·  TonightsLastSong

haha, of course not

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