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As long as we search for the meaning of life with our minds, we will not find it. The meaning of life is not an explicandum, something in need of clarification. It is not something I'll come up with one day to tell you all about it. When we could force the famous statue of Rodin to speak to us, it surely would have a lot of interesting things to say, but it would not succeed in informing us about the meaning of life, though it doesn't do much else than thinking.
This is because the word 'meaning' and the word 'life' aren't exclusively compatible. Not that they contradict one another, but they are more like apples and pears. Both fruit, but of a different kind. Life is so much more than meaning. Meaning is solid, vast, unmovable. But life is changing, always new, floating by, here and there. Life offers new horizons, new meanings every day. There will never come a moment for me to say: 'Now I know the meaning of it all!'
This is not to say that life is meaningless, that there is nothing meaningful to say about life. It only means that all our meanings are tentative, proviso, ad hoc explications for the moment. Maybe life will offer us a complete new meaning the next morning.
What has worked for me well is to give up searching for the meaning of life. I have learned to sink back into life itself, not to resist it, not to force some meaning out of it. It is too huge for my small, fallible brain to make some sense out of it.
The mystical paradox here is that by giving up all search for the meaning of life, the deepest meaning presents itself of its own accord. Not knowing I know everything.
Jan
mysticism.nl
This is because the word 'meaning' and the word 'life' aren't exclusively compatible. Not that they contradict one another, but they are more like apples and pears. Both fruit, but of a different kind. Life is so much more than meaning. Meaning is solid, vast, unmovable. But life is changing, always new, floating by, here and there. Life offers new horizons, new meanings every day. There will never come a moment for me to say: 'Now I know the meaning of it all!'
This is not to say that life is meaningless, that there is nothing meaningful to say about life. It only means that all our meanings are tentative, proviso, ad hoc explications for the moment. Maybe life will offer us a complete new meaning the next morning.
What has worked for me well is to give up searching for the meaning of life. I have learned to sink back into life itself, not to resist it, not to force some meaning out of it. It is too huge for my small, fallible brain to make some sense out of it.
The mystical paradox here is that by giving up all search for the meaning of life, the deepest meaning presents itself of its own accord. Not knowing I know everything.
Jan
mysticism.nl