I found this quote in a drama review. It's half a quote actually, and I don't know what the second half is. Surprisingly enough, Arod talked about Max Weber and his pessimism today, which seemed to resonate with this quote, or half a quote, a lot. As far as I understand, Max Weber realized that, after attaining the ultimate truth, our lives have no purpose, meaning, or future. People who think they are happy are merely deluding themselves, and we, as individuals, are entirely dispensable in this "bureaucracy."
Frankly speaking, I couldn't agree with Weber more and yet I couldn't care less. I don't think there's any special meaning to human lives either. Who says human beings have to be more special than...let's say a peck of dust or a cockroach? (btw I think that's one of religion's function too, to soothe ppl and delude those ppl, who can't handle the fact that their existence is of no importance, into thinking that they are more important than they really are). I'm fine with this notion, and so what? We're as insignificant as a peck of dust, and we're the same product of randomness as a peck of dust. Who cares.
Even if I can never attain enlightenment (which could be nonexistent), I can still enjoy my life. Why do we have to live for a higher, more grandiose purpose? I'm satisfied with the satisfaction I get from eating good food, traveling around and taking pictures, looking pretty, watching musicals and plays, play softball....whatever. My mom, on the other hand, enjoy cooking and watching stupid chinese dramas. If doing these stuffs make us happy, does it matter if the happiness is only delusional? What's the point of knowing that happiness is delusional and there's absolutely nothing that can make us happy?
I think philosophy is delusional.
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