Exsistential Update!

I touched on it in a previous post, our purpose of being. If you stand back and look at Earth from a third person standpoint, we're just another species trying to survive. Everything we do, create and change is ultimately as meaningful in the universe as a monkey scratching his arse. Something as beautiful and perfect as love is merely an electro-chemical response to what our senses see, hear, smell, taste and touch. Every bit traceable, every bit easily manipulated. The same goes for eating chocolate.

Now this, all the above, is a wholly depressing thought. Some people in a crisis will look at these facts and think that since nothing matters, surely theres no point in doing anything? We're just another species stuggling to survive in an infinitely massive and complex universe. In essence we're highly selfish and arrogant to think that we mean very much to the universe at large.

But I'm thinking, yeah, I accept these facts. I'm still going to live my life according to what I think is fun. We don't mean anything to the universe so I'm going to mean something to myself. Love, chocolate, I don't care that they are a reaction of chemicals, it still gives me a feeling of goodness! Whatever happens when one experiences them, it is still something that makes us feel great! So whats so wrong with that? That it's simple so and easily analysed and replicated by drugs? Then hook me up to the drip of life, bitch! (Damn, that sounds corny but you wouldn't be "YES, YES!!" at the screen right now if you didn't get what I meant) These are still good feelings and should be experienced all the time, as much as possible.

Maybe it's nice to mean something to other people, family, friends, lovers. Perhaps that one should mean something to oneself and persue all that one holds dear and beautiul. That'd be nice.