Cenwood wrote:
What I dont get is why we humans, we wonderful humans with our freakyass "sentience", feel as if life is somehow a cruel joke because there is no Point other then to grow up, fuck, and die. You make your own point for yourself. Love and sexual attraction might be "tricks" our genes play on us, but we can make them so much more, we can make love complicated or as simple as we like. Just because you live in a meat and bone body, produced due to selective evolution, doesnt mean you cant decide on your own purpose. Do whatever makes you happy and doesnt intentionally infringe on anothers happiness, find your purpose, and then go at it with a will.
Why do I feel the need to back up your statment with an analogy of my own?
Consider the following: Go dig around in your boxes of old toys from when you were a kid. You'll probably find some legos (If not, weep for your childhood).
Now, take a single lego block and hold it in the palm of your hand. What is that lego block? Does it mean anything to you? Does it, on it's own merit, elicit any kind of emotion? Is it even fun? Of course not.
Now take out all the rest of your legos, and build a starship. Or a boat. Or a car. Was that fun? Didn't it remind you of your childhood? Aren't you proud of your creation?
I rest my case.