Professor Doom wrote:The concepts of death and rebirth going together are not an issue . Living out of balance is .
Not asking why a butterfly lives only two weeks. But I am wondering why do humans live around 80 years of a distorted fucked up kind of life.
Not the egotistical quest for immortality that I am after. But something else...
Gotchya, okay thanks for clearing that up.
In my opinion fuckedupedness (my new word
) only enters the equation at the level said being does it's daily living in, and even then only from it's perspective. Let's take our caterpillar/butterfly example: From our much broader perspective we love to glorify this existence, and commonly commit it to metaphor in hopes that this type of amazing transformation may some sunny day relate to our own lives of hanging on in quiet desperation.
But, how might things possibly look from the tiny perspective of our caterpillar itself? I dunno, maybe it doesn't see the beauty and the glory that we see: "My life sucks. I'm slow, I'm helpless, and all I do is eat sleep and shit while praying that one of those damn birds don't dig me up and eat me; and if that's not bad enough, I lost half of my family last week to an evil man's fishing hook!"
How about the next stage: "Okay, so I'm back and it's pretty cool that I can fly; but what kind of a cruel joke is this from my maker that I can only gimp around here in low orbit from bush to bush, while bearing witness to the birds above me freely exploring the heavens? This sucks."
Of course I'm joking around, as I'm sure both caterpillar and butterfly are quite content within their given situations in life, I'm just demonstrating that our level of consciousness can make of something whatever we choose.
So are things really this fucked up? I reckon that's a matter of perspective.
The unexamined life is not worth living.