So immense is human desolation, that holds so tight to whatever give us just a bit of order and belonging

Para darse una idea de la gran inmensidad de la desolación humana, no hace falta más que ver la tenaz y desgarradora necedad con la que se aferra a todas esas cosas que le dan un poco de orden y sentido a su existencia. Religiones, ciencia, familia, amigos, amor, odio, tiempo, espacio, deseo, piedad... Todas ilusiones creadas con el único fin de hacernos creer que nuestra existencia es más que un mero accidente sin consecuencia para el universo, o simplemente una pieza más en ese imenso castillo de naipes que es el universo... Un inmenso castillo de nada flotando en la nada universal...

Imagine for just a second that you were nothing. Like really nothing, nothing... Imagine that we were no more than an infinitely complex dream of "something else." That your life, all of your existence and that of your parents, ancestors, culture, country, your species, the whole Earth and the Sun and the Galaxy and everything... were of no more consequence that any of the phantoms inhabiting your very own dreams. Imagine that there is no up or down, end or beginning, evil or good, truth or falsehood... Would you be able to cope? Would you be able to continue living knowing that truth? Would you try to forget with anything the truth of your in-existence? So immense is human ignorance, that maybe it's the greater of our virtues... This is the message behind the story of the tree of knowledge...


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