“Ever since the dawn of civilization, people have not been content to see events as unconnected and inexplicable. They have craved an understanding of the underlying order in the world. Today we still yearn to know why we are here and where we came from. Humanity's deepest desire for knowledge is justification enough for our continuing quest. And our goal is nothing less than a complete description of the universe we live in.”
― Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time
Professor Stephen Hawking recently graced us plebians with a Reddit AMA on Artificial Intelligence. Click me*Initiate fan-girl mode* nekk minnet I'm reading 'A Brief History of Time'. *Initiate existential crisis mode*
Making sense out of chaos has morphed into a defining characteristic of my perception of self. Or at the very least, striving to make some sense out of chaos. This leaves me in an unforgiving predicament - I spend so much time questioning the purpose of my existence, enslaved in a fortress made of my own thoughts, that I am left discontented with my lack of answers. I fear that one day I will be content. The flame of curiosity and awe that every child is born with, is threatened with extinguishment by societal pressures as they grow into adulthood. I only hope that my hunger for knowledge is never satiated.
The thing I treasure most about being alive is my sentience. I find beauty in abstract thought; in the chaos of nature and the nature of chaos.
My attempts to find the connections between events in my own life are yet to come to fruition. My attempts to find the connections between events in the wider world are more baffling still. Much like the "Dot-to-dots" I was given as a child, I am left trying to link together events that I feel can be unified in some way... only as an adult, life has served the dots, without any numbers to guide me.
Making sense out of chaos has morphed into a defining characteristic of my perception of self. Or at the very least, striving to make some sense out of chaos. This leaves me in an unforgiving predicament - I spend so much time questioning the purpose of my existence, enslaved in a fortress made of my own thoughts, that I am left discontented with my lack of answers. I fear that one day I will be content. The flame of curiosity and awe that every child is born with, is threatened with extinguishment by societal pressures as they grow into adulthood. I only hope that my hunger for knowledge is never satiated.
The thing I treasure most about being alive is my sentience. I find beauty in abstract thought; in the chaos of nature and the nature of chaos.
My attempts to find the connections between events in my own life are yet to come to fruition. My attempts to find the connections between events in the wider world are more baffling still. Much like the "Dot-to-dots" I was given as a child, I am left trying to link together events that I feel can be unified in some way... only as an adult, life has served the dots, without any numbers to guide me.