Habits of assuming

It is a habit of the human nature, in its unrestrained inquisitiveness, to discover, or at least attempt in doing so, the purpose of every natural object and its interactions with the world. Why are the leaves of plants green? Because they contain chlorophyll, which converts sunlight into sustenance. Why do birds have hollow bones? So that they may glide swiftly and lightly across the pale blue of the sky. Why is there so extensive a variety of prey and predator? So that ecosystem may be kept in harmony, and the cycle of life in motion.

This inquisitiveness, together with the discoveries we make through scientific exploration, has led us to assume that whatever we find confounding, purposeless, must have behind its mysterious veil some sort of telos – an end for which it exists. And if a person contends that some objects of nature exists without an end, I shall lower the definition of “an end” to something as simple as having an effect on another object of nature.

Which leads us to the question of existence: why do we exist? For what purpose? Our conditioned mind tells us that indeed there must be one – it is only hid from our limited perception. Everything that exists in nature, everything about which we have gained knowledge and dissected with our intellect, has a purpose. So surely, our existence, being a part of nature, must too have a purpose. Centuries of philosophers have brooded over this question, harangued to the point of exhaustion, but still could produce no truly satisfying answer. All they could do was to suggest medicinal, comfortable ways to live.

But what if our existence was actually not part of the entire scheme of nature; insomuch that it would be erroneous to think it as having a purpose. How could we apply the characteristics of objects existing within nature to what is the source of nature, something that perhaps stands outside these ocular realms? Perhaps the purpose, the end, the telos, of our existence is merely to live; to observe life, to enjoy its pleasures, suffer its afflictions, explore, discover, create, and experience.


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