May 18, 2004 01:08
I feel like I'm about ready to break. I feel as if I'm slowly losing who I was- the state of mind that is bringing answers is also bringing weakness and further questions. What is the value of good? Not even good as in the moral good, but good as in that which feels good. Why do we choose happiness instead of sadness? Warmth instead of cold? There has to be some reason behind that. One cannot call it survival- oftentimes what is uncomfortable and undesired is best, for individual or pack survival, and often that which feels best is detrimental to survival. So it can't be self- or pack-preservation. So why? Why does sex feel better than stab wounds? And why do we prefer that which is better, anyway?
What impetus do we individual humans have to survive? It is an instinct, to want to pass on our genetic material, to perpetuate the species. But what rational motivation do we have for that? In a matter of decades, everybody who is alive now will be dead. Hell, I don't know that anybody is alive right now as I type this. But I still have the urge to exchange fluids with a female of my species, one that is attractive enough to ensure that the offspring will likely be able to repeat the process. But why? I'm aware- there might not even be a why. But still. No question is not worth asking, and anything worth asking is worth seeking an answer for.
Tomorrow, I will start the next branch of my journey- the question of why I ask questions.
-Jonathan