A young man talks philosophy during a chance encounter with a beautiful stranger in a coffee shop.
Making sense is the enemy of nihilism. Making sense is making meaning. And you cannot truly make meaning in a meaningless universe.
In the end, it is a way to explain something beyond explanation. Not because that explanation really works – but because we need, we crave explanation. People kiss, they make love, they get married, they have kids. Why? Because they love each other? No. Because things happen. Things without explanation. But we people, we want to understand why. We want to make meaning. But there is none. There is no meaning to make. We crave it, so we invent it.
We invent explanations and we think we understand ourselves. But, really, we just need to understand. So we make up pretty lies that help us sleep better at night.
Source page of author's site: Monologue Genie
Source page of author's site: Monologue Genie
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