There's a rose bush in my front yard. What's the meaning of it? It doesn't have a meaning. It's a rose bush; that's it - no meaning. A cat is sleeping on the settee. No meaning - it's just sleeping.
We're surrounded by stuff which has no meaning. And no not-meaning, either. The stuff is just there.
But when events and phenomena reach a certain level of complexity, we think it has to mean something.
Meaning is something we humans think we have to have because life is boring without it. Then we stir shit up to create drama, which we then call meaning.
Things doesn't have to mean anything. Sit outside at the Red Cup or on your own front porch or wander around the Paseo and just be. No meaning. That's it.
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Sorry to post this here, Mcarp, but I don't have your email address...
Thought you'd want to know there are free online lectures from Alan Watts, available here:
http://www.secondattention.org/main/media.aspx
Agreed, consider a sunset...no meaning, just nice.
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