/lit/ - Literature

>to find a meaning that makes you feel happy, satisfied, and provides benefit to society

>>9565418
ice cream

>>9565435
fuck you

>>9565441
haha :)

>>9565435
life, like ice cream, is ephemeral & melts. so enjoy life's temporary pleasures while you can.

>>9565418
women and buddhism

>>9565418
there is none.
aesthetics is the only point.

what is the memeing of life?

>>9565418

I like to think of it as a level. Hear me out.

You've been born into the world. Your task is to live until you die, through natural causes or otherwise. If you kill yourself, you lose all your progress you've made in this live. You must complete multiple life "levels" in order to gain some sort of metaphysical experience that is required to progress as a soul (i.e., not just an animated meatbag, a metaphysical monad).

Life = suffering or happiness but most likely both
Death (natural) = completion of your duty, pass on with a metaphysical "passing grade" if you will
Death (suicide) = you gave up the task, and are condemned to repeat a similar life until you stick it out because you did not acquire all the life experiences that were intended for you

>>9565608
go back to /v/

>>9565418
the Greeks

>>9565608

This sounds like a particularly odd brand of Buddhism.

>>9565418
to outlive everyone you love, until you are utterly alone in a sea of strangers. But dont fret pal, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet.

>>9565488

what did he mean by this?

The meaning of life encompasses everything so simply that the question of "meaning" is the product of intense meaning.

The meaning of this life is to experience being a human and learn something from it. After that we're back to the incredible wave of energy that is the universe.

>>9565418
To find something that you willing to die for.
It can be someone, some idea, money, et cetera.

There is no meaning to life. None whatsoever, no reasoning, no motivation, no task, no purpose, nothing. It just is whatever it is. However, reality is structured in such a way that you cannot touch upon its meaningless center and not get hurt, there is nothing there and if you go into it, you become nothing yourself. So everything that exists here embodies and simultaneously produces a fiction that allows it to sustain itself.

To a rock, it is somewhat okay in being meaningless (compared to us), so the only coherence it needs is its material structure and sit there with no sense of self or desire. To an animal, it might be hunger, alertness, sexual desire, but just the sensations, without any name or explanation attached to them, no need to say. To us humans, we discovered language that threw us out faster than we could adapt to it. We are far enough from the meaningless center to confuse ourselves and believe this universe is rather meaningful. When we try to go back to peek at the hole in the center of the universe, we are already coming from too far apart and thus we just escape its tangent and orbit it. In other words, we keep explaining things on top of each other, trying to define words once and for all and getting tangled in more and more words because of it (not in spite of it). We need more than what a rock needs to sustain ourselves.