An Analysis of the Jari, Abridged Version
The following is a snippet from my mental analysis of myself and my perception of reality, copied here purely to provide insight into the thought processes that led me to draw the below conclusions. It's depressing and philosophical and asks fundamental questions, plus it’s boring and half-incomprehensible, so read at your own risk. :-3
//One person might be born into riches, never having to struggle for anything, never learning to overcome or persist, endure or succeed, or even to treasure a single moment. One person might be born into harsh slavery, spending their entire short life under a whip. One person might be born with a massive mental deformity, existing in a half-sleep state without movement or thought. One person might live only long enough to see the bright, blurry lights of hospital room before dying in their mother's arms. One person might dedicate their whole life to improving humanity, and then kill themselves when they realize humanity if no better. One person might strive to learn everything there is to know, and only find in their last breath that there is always more to learn. One person might be killed by a stray bullet passing through their bedroom window. One person might live to see their great-great-great-grandchildren and then fall dead in their granddaughter's salad. One person might struggle to find the courage to stand up for something and then be killed for their effort. One person might be brain-dead and never, ever leave the respirator. One person might be stillborn.
All these people end exactly the same way, dead. Life is so fragile the slightest metaphysical movement could upset the neural pathways of your brain, obliterating a given idea or thought so that, no matter how beautiful, original, or useful, it may never, ever exist again. Or it could affect a neuro-blood-vessel thingies or cause a brain misfire or change your brain pressure and *pop* you'd be dead. You can be killed by any passing occurrence within or without nature with absolutely no warning or understanding or mercy. Some lucky few even get to live long enough to commit suicide. Now you are dead. No choice, no respect for your goals or achievements or plans or dreams or abilities or capabilities or beliefs or uniqueness or necessity or anything else. Just. Dead. Your mark on society will fade. Your name will be forgotten. The universe will continue to exist, and it will be no better or worse than it was before you ever were.
Thus, this life cannot be it. There is no clear distance between life and death, and no one ever even gets to try different distances in order to find out. No one gets to experience or understand any reality outside their own constructed one, so no answers can ever be found. This fleeting, unequal existence cannot be the only shot. How can it be? There is no target! How can there be a question that will never be answered? What is the purpose of asking? How can there be a song that will not someday be sung? How can there be a sight that will forever remain unseen? Does it really exist? How can there be something that no one will ever know? How can there be a dream that will never be realized, nor even given the opportunity to attempt? There cannot be. I don't see how the universe could remain intact if there was no guarantee of anything. Our very perception of reality demands a constant, and we cannot continue without an absolute or some kind or other. There has to be something greater. There has to be something more. Or else nothing has purpose, nothing has value, and nothing matters. Laws of physics and facts and the capital N would all be meaningless and without power or jurisdiction. Nothing can exist without the assumption of something, and since things do exist, some power or constant must be behind it all.//
This is how I analyze things. From the above stream-of-consciousness, I realize that there are three things that are hard-wired fact to me, immutable and beyond all ability of anyone or anything, including myself, to change. They merely exist deep within me, outside of all ability of reality to change, and they've always been there; I am only becoming aware of them.
Conclusions:
1. My death will not be my end; something will happen next.
2. Some great constant (let's call it "God") exists upon which the universe is built.
3. If both of these are true, then my life must have some goal/purpose. My first aim, then, should be to discover what this goal/purpose is.
DISCLAIMER: I'm analyzing myself in this passage, not trying to sway your opinions/beliefs. I won't mind/care if your opinions/beliefs agree, disagree, or conflict with my own, nor will I think any more/less of you for it. I'm just curious what y'all think. Be honest--it's nigh-impossible to offend a Jari.