If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

David Foster Wallace


Reasons and meaning

People say a lot of dumb shit like that. That proverb is the instigator of a lot of people blinded with some sort of weird thinking that they are important in the universe.

Things happen because of a cause or an event. Mostly, they have no meaning, or no reason. We, as humans, give it a meaning or a reason. We do that after the event or cause has occurred. But, because “Everything happens for a reason”, people like to get paralyzed. They enjoy giving away the choices they can make, the power of assigning a value and then proceed to lay blame.

There are some things that cannot be explained. And that has its reasons. Usually because our brain does not have the capacity to fathom it.

The math and science that applies in the universe is beyond our comprehension. Celestial bodies are destroyed and created on a daily basis or over an expansion of time. Our atomic-sized brains could never really understand our (lack of) meaning.

We all need to get a grip on that. We need to know about realism, how to find our own truths and anchoring. And throw in some Cartesian doubt in there and we’re all pretty much good to handle those hardships.

Some Cartesian doubt from Clueless
Some Cartesian doubt from Clueless