The Absurdity of Human Existence

Why doesn’t it make sense.

Valerio Carruba

There’s something odd about our lives. We live as ape beings living a meagre existence on a conflict ridden rock. I’m reminded of this scene from Joe vs The Volcano. Existentialists posit that we have no meaning other than that which we give ourselves. Absurdism on the other hand, advocated by Camus left the world to be an absurdly chaotic place. I personally find a humor in the dark irony that it gives us. God does have a dark sense of humor. I find ourselves strange living here in the now, living an absurd life. That is why I think comedies like Rick and Morty or The Office have gained such popularity. They push the absurd nature of this place to its extreme. One of my favorite animated comedies Futurama does this exceedingly well.

Often I constantly live in a state of anxiety, but I don’t understand why. What do I dread besides the problems I face? Maybe the absurdity of this existence is what I fear. We live in a very strange universe, and we humans make it even stranger. Death is weird, sex is even weirder, why do we eat out of our mouths instead of somewhere else? The thought is even disturbing. When you live with your eyes wide open, you see things very differently. Maybe that’s why I enjoyed Keel’s writing so much. I recommend everyone read some of his writing including Operation Trojan Horse, The Eighth Tower, but also Our Haunted Planet. Keel continued a Fortean tradition of recording strange occurrences. It’s almost like our planet is a bit haunted. We do live in a strange universe, there’s no doubt about it.

With everything going on in the world. Practically on the verge of a new world war, much of the world still dealing with a mysterious virus, we must seriously ask questions which make us uncomfortable. We don’t live in a place we understand at all. We are crazy apes living strange lives, fretting over made up things, and living without some understanding of our purpose. Is this a problem? Maybe not, but to me it begs the question of what are we even doing?

Keel understood us as existing much further back than we are even aware. Humans have been on this planet for much longer than a mere hundred millenia. One of the most interesting books on human evolution I have read is a channeled work by Lyssa Royal and Keith Priest called The Prism of Lyra. I find that most of the books aligns with what I have learned elsewhere. Humans did not evolve as monkeys from primitive lifeforms. However rather humans came from the stars, and settled this planet interacting maybe even interbreeding with the native ape species. It explains a lot, especially the part about integration of polarities.

We live in a world of polarities. Our culture is very much fear based, we don’t live like the other animals. While most animals might be afraid when the lion might eat them, we are afraid constantly and there is seemingly nothing to be afraid of. We perceive ourselves as living in a Darwinian universe. Often I wonder what life would be like if we lived in a culture like that from Childhood’s End or TNG’s Masterpiece Society. What if we weren’t just living in a Hunger Games world. If we are honest this reality isn’t that bad. I’ve seen some of the really bad realities and they aren’t fun.

“If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others.”
Philip K. Dick

Where does our conscious mind even originate from is an even thornier question. Why do we have minds at all? And where does our self-consciousness originate. I questioned the basis of the genesis story as a tale of the development of self-consciousness. We have gone to the extreme end of the self-consciousness spectrum. Our culture is focused on materiality, trends, fads. We have become so far removed from the natural world that we forget what we are really doing here. We punish natural urges and desires as “bad” and repress nature to try and overcome it. We live in the age of Narcissus, focused entirely on our appearance. A video I was watching on how to pass job interviews gave the advice to puff yourself up about why you left your job. To claim that you were such an “excellent” employee and got along great with everybody. It’s not real though, the world is very fake.

I’m still confused by what I’m doing here and I’m sure you are too. I think the question of “What are we doing here?” is one of the most important questions one can ask. I liked Sadghuru’s advice which was that we should focus less on the question and more on just living it. Maybe there is a purpose. Cayce said we had a soul’s purpose, I’m not even sure what that means for me. I think only the individual would know. As Watts says about our “purpose”.

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

I want you to ponder the strangeness of this life. Because it really is strange. We live as deranged monkeys on an isolated planet in an unknown part of the galaxy. Maybe we’re even depressed monkeys, living a meagre existence. We’re depressed monkeys either staring at screens or shooting projectile weapons. Even worse we are depressed monkeys who don’t really have any idea of how to be happier. Happiness is fleeting though so maybe we should let the gods decide how to make us happy. I truly believe Phil when he says “A man is an angel gone deranged.” We are the among the fallen angels.

Did I choose this life? Maybe, maybe not. I’m not particularly happy with it all the time. I am angered by other intelligent monkeys and by the society they built. I often feel out of place on this planet of the apes. In some sense we are all out of place. None of us fit exactly where we want to be, but where else can we be? Maybe we just need to have a wonderful time.



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Robert Ford

Robert Ford

I once wrote android software at Delos, now I write about the unseen realities of our universe.