Does living make sense ?
Realising existence is possibly the greatest revelation of human thinking. Well, I am not questioning the ability of other living organisms to understand their existence but the magnanimity of the human mind in enquiring its purpose before which all the other species fade into the shadows. The purpose of life is a big question mark which has enthralled not just philosophers, but every human who has ever lived. Each individual encounters, at least, one point in his lifetime where he a question mark hovers over his head tilling his mind for answers. But the purpose of this post is to deal with a different question – does ‘life’ make sense? – In this context, the word ‘sense’ means whether the life which we live has any ‘meaning’. I am less than a speckle of dust on a wonderful green-blue planet. The earth is a dwarf when it stands before the sun. When we raise the ante and take it to the level of the universe the sun is lesser than the lesser speckle of dust. When I think abou