Another post from a previous weblog

I was thinking about the connection between depression and “the meaning of life” the other night. I still haven’t found a cosmology that I find completely satisfying – I have difficulties with both a modified traditional Christian approach and the purely materialistic approach, my current top two contenders. I read part of Howard Bloom’s Lucifer Principle before having to return it to the library and found its emphasis on groups in evolution very interesting.

Anyhow, both of my current cosmologies emphasize the primacy and power of groups. I have not been comfortable with groups for most of my life, largely preferring solitude. Now I’m wondering if this separation from groups is at least in part responsible for my depression. If the “meaning of life” is to be found in groups, by choosing not to participate in them, have I cut myself off from something fundamental? I doubt I’ll change my isolationist ways, but it’s something to think about.

A quote from one of my favorite arguments for the Christian faith. “My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be part of the show, find myself in such violent reaction against it? A man feels wet when he falls into water, because man is not a water animal: a fish would not feel wet. Of course, I could have given up my idea of justice by saying that it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if I did that, then my argument against God collapsed too–for the argument depended on saying that the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my private fancies. Thus in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist–in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless–I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality–namely my idea of justice–was full of sense. Consequently atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
– C.S. Lewis Mere Christianity

Alternately, “Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.”
– Ashleigh Brilliant.

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