The Unknown

How the hell do people exist? Or rather how the hell do they convince themselves to live?

Well. I think that when they run out of reasons, they try to get entwined in the world. Create more strings to be strung up with. Become obligated. All in the quest to feel...wanted?

Maybe. Still, if they go to a quiet place, and think about things again, they can always see through the fabric of life and become 'enlightened' or 'depressed' with the fact that their existence was inevitable, and probably no one could change the way things are, have been and going to be.

I cannot agree with that simply because there is no concrete proof to support this theory of your's. Still I have to concede that things do appear to be pre destined sometimes. The whole cause and effect thing.

Yeah. That's the shadow which follows us around. The feelings of pre destiny, and destiny. The feeling that nothing is really unpredictable.

Things appear to be chaotic and upredictable simply because of the assymetry of information. Since we don't know all the information about the factors which influence the weather, we call it unpredictable, and term it as a chaotic system!

Meks me cringe because of our ignorance.

Heck, rejoice man. For ignorance is bliss.

Nah. It's scary. The unknown is always scary.

Pearls before Swine