Mother Nature punishes mankind with the coronavirus. People overpopulate the earth, over-consume its resources, bring about climate change and all sorts of other problems to the planet. A powerful Mother Nature uses unseen weapons to cull the meat/machine creations that destroy earth.
That is the topic of my last blogpost. Another blog, News on Climate Change, liked my virus post. A smaller human/machine population is necessary to alleviate the effects of climate change. Perhaps climate change believers see an upside to a human-killer virus.
I remember another point of view that tried to explain the reason human beings suffer pain and death. During the start of the AIDS epidemic, Jerry Falwell claimed that God was punishing homosexuals and a society that tolerates homosexuality by letting this other disease loose upon the earth.
Human sensibilities, on one side or the other, cry the error of wrong-headed thinking.
Historically people look for the source of personal or collective sufferings. That source must be appeased before suffering can end. Somehow we must have offended the Powers-That-Be by the evil that we do.
What if reasoning in this way is an illusion? Pain and pleasure may have no connection to our actions, our very being. Mother Nature or the gods may have no interest in the human sphere. We may live in an unfathomable, random cause and effect universe. A virus kills today and stops killing tomorrow. Is anyone listening to our renunciations?
So fragile, passive.
No — resilient mother.
Voracious appetite for her teat.
Choose unseen weapons.
Meat-machine creations, to be culled.
Did Malthus dream this?
A dark, depressing book brings me some peace. That book is “Of Human Bondage” by Somerset Maugham.
In the novel, Philip loves Mildred, a woman that tortures him and never loves him back. He loses hope and questions the point of being alive. An acquaintance tells him the meaning of life can be found in a Persian carpet. Before he can unlock the mystery of the carpet it is destroyed.
Later on when he keeps thinking about the lost carpet, he unlocks the secret. The patterns in the carpet, the cycle of life and death, are all we have. Life has no meaning on this rock hurtling through space. But this insignificance gives Philip power.
Forget about the meaning of life and just find a place in the pattern. Failure and success are all the same. Just live as best as you can.
Nivana is a big nothingness in an Eastern culture. The elimination of life on earth is the goal.
My Western mindset pursues meaning in life. A life that does not end in death but continues on to a blissful, new afterlife.
The Eastern viewpoint makes more sense to me than the Western one.
It’s kind of odd that meaninglessness provides more comfort to me than everlasting life. Getting composted back into the All seems to be a useful occupation for the dead. Not too shabby to be One with the Cosmos.
But how much do my sensibilities matter in the grand scheme of things? For all I know, this universe may be running on Calvinist principles. If that hurts anyone’s sensibilities, no one cares.