I Wish I Was a Dog
by Synthetic Darkness
Every person spends a large amount of their life wondering why the are here, is there a God..blah blah blah. The ultimate questions. Some would argue that the one and only question is simply this –
I personally don’t like that at all.
When I think about stuff like this, my brain doesn’t like it. How very confused it gets, the poor thing. As an atheist, I don’t there is a god, yet my brain doesn’t accept that. Nobody does, for if it did there would be nothing but religious people left on the earth. Atheists don’t know the point to living, so most come to the conclusion that there isn’t one.
And yet here we are.
It’s all about boundaries. There a boundaries to what we do have the brain power to think and don’t. Personally, when I think, my brain knows about this…but it just doesn’t understand stand it. I think if it really did for any of us then life as we know it would cease to exist.
There has to be a breaking point. Somehow, when we reach a point in our thinking about life, the universe, and reality our brains just stop.
Perhaps we should be talking to those in mental hospitals, deemed insane.
Perhaps they know, they realized, they got past that point. Since we don’t seem to have the capacity to know the truth, it blows our minds. And sanity.
I think the problem is language. It restricts us, and yet it sets us free. With it we can communicate, love, hate, and live. And yet…how do we live with such a small amount of ways to express ourselves?
Think about it. When we go to a philosophical Internet forum, and see a topic titled “Why?!?!” then 99% of the time we don’t have to open it to know what its going to be about. The same always. The ever lasting argument.
The question “why” causes such mental anguish….some people spend their whole lives doomed to thinking about it. But I ask you, why only some? How do we go on living, watching sitcoms and eating McDonalds, why?!
That is the ‘why’ question if you ask me.
We try to talk about it…write it down…but we just can’t say what we really mean. Of the thousands of words in the English (or any other) language, we cannot find any suitable to express it. If only we could write down our feelings and emotions. I don’t mean “this makes me feel sad”. I would say the same if I was six and I dropped my ice-cream.
We stereotype words the same way we do people.
“This makes me feel extremely unhappy and distressed” is still not enough. That’s what I would say if my mother died for example, not to explain the insignificance we all feel in living. Pick the most meaningful words you possibly can and they still aren’t enough. It is the extreme disappointment..
There’s another word…..extreme. How can you place an extreme burger and the extreme question of life in the same category?
That’s our problem. How could we solve it? It’s impossible. Even if every word used was placed on a scale to show its true meaning….then the scale could never be long enough.
What can we do? I think the answer is simply that if we had far less intelligence we would be a lot happier. I wish we could either not have the capacity to think, or have all the intelligence in the world.
You know what else I wish?
I wish I was a dog.