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View submission: A 97-Year-Old Philosopher Faces His Own Death (Herbert Fingarette, 1921-2018)
This is a very valuable price of work...because we all think there is some hidden meaning to life that will reveal it's self even if we can't see it at any given time.
That like other things that happen as we grow...they revel themselves...like Sex..and our sexual nature..and Other things inside us...and how we heal...too...from injuries...things just happen ...we can think that because we are sort of made by life and matured...that life has something else prepared for us ...a meaning an afterlife...
.but l think that intelligence is a useful tool for life to get whatever it wants and after a certain point it becomes un-necessary to the project of life and we suffer...in a sense life losses interest in us after a certain age and it's up to us to give a meaning to our own lives...with our family / friends, pets and projects.
..but people are in the first place...we are social animals...we need people...as much as we need food or water...no people and we suffer even more.
Is it sad?
No...it is what it is...life is like a uninterested parent that never calls or visits or asks after their child after a certain point.
The child as they grow up has to learn to fend for its self and build a support network around itself to occupy the space left by the abstance of the shitty parent.
There's nothing here!