A friend of mine who had successful careers as a nurse and a lawyer and now spends his time hiking and enjoying life (as well as counselling me as to the proper use and dosages of herbal supplements) recently found himself looking back on the adventures and travails that assault most any career and posted the question, “What the hell was the point of that!?”
Not uncommon at all to reflect on one’s life and try to make sense of the years; the good, the bad, the time spent in occupations, the people we knew. The question might expand to ask, “what did I think the point was at the time!?”
There must have become an evolutionary necessity, once humans evolved to have self-awareness, to select out anyone born lacking an ability to see purpose in everyday things. Self-awareness breeds if not logic then a connection between the individual and the immediate world. And if you fail to see a purpose – call it ‘hope’ if you must – then indeed what IS the point? Black and white logic won’t discern it. I don’t think its software, I think there’s got to be an actual piece of grey matter in our heads, just as there’s grey matter that lets us see three-dimensionally or calculate geometry. Something that projects our place in space and time to a larger reality. We’re all aware of the health issues that come when those bits of brain are compromised.
Of course, as soon as one thinks “I know there’s meaning here I just don’t know what it is” then one starts rationalizing. Hence comes the rise of religion, and, lately, of strong political ideology. After all, can’t be my own mind trying to ascribe meaning, it must be God telling me what it is. A tiny little Arc of the Covenant inside everybody’s head, yes? Here, let me TELL YOU how God wants you to behave.
Our rationalizations along the trail don’t look the same after ascending to the heights, do they? But then, that piece of grey matter in our heads is hiking its own trail. Why did I come into this room? What was the name of that thing? I don’t remember doing that, when did I do it?
What was the point of that, again?
Surprised and humbled that my friend Harold has nominated me for a blogger recognition award. One is supposed to give a summary of why they started blogging and pay the nomination forward – I haven’t done any of that. I’d like to think the ‘why’ is apparent in every post, but, hey … (certainly should be in this one!) Thanks, Harold!
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.