Why is it so pleasurable to do this, though? Do we not feel a sense of deflation when, at the end of a journey of discovery, we accept that it has come to an end, the adventure over? It seems when we look back on such periods, we remember most fondly the anticipation of eventual arrival and the prolonged sense of wonder felt in contemplating the possibilities.
In the case of, say, the physicist, she knows that new discoveries lead to new questions, and it's the existence of those questions, problems to be solved, journeys to be undertaken, that give her joy. It is the promise of more to come that swells her heart.
The promise of more to come.
Who or what will give you such a promise? Is it a real promise or a false one?
There are words in books to give you hope by promising more to come. They give you comfort, do they not? You were searching for hope and you found it. Or, was it given to you before you ever even contemplated the significance of a journey of discovery?
Why do you desire to have hope? Why do you need more? The desire to have and maintain hope makes you highly susceptible to self-deception. The constant desire for more leaves you perpetually unsatisfied.
The question exists, the one which seemingly has no objectively true answer.
What is the meaning of life?
meaning (noun): the significance of something
Look at two photos, one of death - corpses strewn across a devastated landscape, the other of life - families in a park, children playing carefree...
What is the significance of life? You know the answer, yet you'll never stop asking the question.
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