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JavaMan Member (Idle past 2344 days)  Posts: 475 From: York, England Joined: |
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JavaMan Member (Idle past 2344 days) Posts: 475 From: York, England Joined: |
How do the individuals here who have jobs, and live as "normal" individuals cope with how meaningless most of it all is? You're young. You're just beginning to ask questions about what life is about, after a childhood in which answers have been offered to you as absolutes. That sense of meaninglessness is natural. You haven't yet realised that meaning doesn't come from outside - it's something personal to you. Things become meaningful as you chase them or avoid them - it's your desires and your repulsions, and the consequences of acting on them, that generate a sense of meaning in life.
How do you find meaning in what you do? I try to do the things that I enjoy doing. At bottom that's the only true guarantee I've found.
And why do you think we are here? To replicate (and to sneak a bit of enjoyment in the process  ) As to your opening post about freedom, you seem to be asking for an absolute freedom to do as you wish. But what if your freedom interferes with my freedom? Or more importantly, from your point of view, what if I, exercising my freedom, decide that I need to reduce your freedom in order to achieve it? If I have the power, should I be able to do what I like? The liberal notion of freedom that Jefferson, Locke and Mill championed seeks to minimise the interference that any one indivividual can impose on another. It accepts the need for laws (because laws are there, in the end, to stop us oppressing each other), but insists that, where an individual's actions don't impinge on the rights of another, then society has no right to impose any constraint. 'I can't even fit all my wife's clothes into a suitcase for travelling. So you want me to believe we're going to put all of the planets and stars and everything into a sandwich bag?' - q3psycho on the Big Bang
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JavaMan Member (Idle past 2344 days) Posts: 475 From: York, England Joined: |
Mediocre bourgeois stuff. Ugh. You people disgust me. Ah, be careful how you throw that word around - it can come back to haunt you... Les bourgeois, Jacques Brel
Live performance (in French, with Flemish subtitles )
Your heart feels so right Your eyes swim in the beer Where the barroom lights are hung And with your friend Jojo And with your friend Pierre You drink a toast to being young Jojo thinks he's Voltaire And Pierre, Casanova And me who proudly did not care Me, I was a lover And at midnight we watched theLawyers pass Coming out of hotels which had real class We showed them our good manners And we showed them our ass And, oh, how we sang The middle class are just like pigsThe older they get, the dumber they get The middle class are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret Your heart feels so rightYour eyes swim in the beer Where the barroom lights are hung And with your friend Jojo And with your friend Pierre Holding on to being young Voltaire danced like a vicar Casanova, he was too stout And me who proudly did not care Me, I drank till I passed out And at midnightWe watched the salesmen pass Coming out of hotels which had real class We showed them our good manners And we showed them our ass And, oh, how we sang The middle class are just like pigsThe older they get, the dumber they get The middle class are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret But your heart slows downYour eyes do not flash The hotel bartender sings our praise Jojo's no clown Pierre pays in cash Among the bookkeepers we pass our days Jojo now speaks of Voltaire Casanova's just a book on the shelf And, me, I proudly do not care Me, I talk only of myself And everybody knowsThat we've got real class There is not a night that we can pass Those lousy kids Who always show us their ass And, oh, how they sing The middle class are just like pigsThe older they get, the dumber they get The middle class are just like pigs The fatter they get, the less they regret 'I can't even fit all my wife's clothes into a suitcase for travelling. So you want me to believe we're going to put all of the planets and stars and everything into a sandwich bag?' - q3psycho on the Big Bang
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