I shaved and it solved nothing
I had felt the scratching on my jaw and it annoyed me, so I felt an urge to shave. I did so, with a new razor even. Then, later, I felt annoyed at my jaw and felt the urge to shave, but when I ran my hand over my cheek, it was smooth and not bothering me. My dissatisfaction had outlived the cause, without lessening.
It makes me extrapolate that satisfaction is not going to come from the indirect searches of mankind for truth, knowledge, or love. The dissatisfaction with the lack of it will persist, and give false negatives. We as a people could easily have already found truth or God, and convinced by our complaining guts, kept walking.
It gives me newfound respect for the discipline of the monks who seek directly satisfaction, to want nothing. Seems like they found the problem at the source, ourselves. Yet and again, it's dissatisfaction that drives us on. We could all be ascetic hermits, but we want and desire instead. If we were all content, we wouldn't need to invent, sing, paint, solve, explore, build. But...we would be content. Is it worth it?
It makes me extrapolate that satisfaction is not going to come from the indirect searches of mankind for truth, knowledge, or love. The dissatisfaction with the lack of it will persist, and give false negatives. We as a people could easily have already found truth or God, and convinced by our complaining guts, kept walking.
It gives me newfound respect for the discipline of the monks who seek directly satisfaction, to want nothing. Seems like they found the problem at the source, ourselves. Yet and again, it's dissatisfaction that drives us on. We could all be ascetic hermits, but we want and desire instead. If we were all content, we wouldn't need to invent, sing, paint, solve, explore, build. But...we would be content. Is it worth it?