I wrote a web article on the meaning of life, and in that article, I showed how several areas of research could prove promising in my quest to find the meaning of life. I showed how various philosophies, religious beliefs, and science facts showed that there could be a meaning to life.
What happened next was that I obtained what to me was the meaning of life. I called it gnosis, and I believed that I had discovered the answer to the questions philosophers had been asking for centuries and millennia.
What I did not realize is the immense hurdle this would present to myself and the understanding of others.
The first thing I realized is that I had found a truth that was in itself a foundation for a religious system, that of the gnostic Christians.
I could not believe that Gnosticism was entirely true, because the knowledge of God, or gnosis, depended on a belief or a faith in such knowledge to exist. So it was just Christianity by another disguise, one that no modern Christian would uphold, making this a very unpopular view to uphold at a church.
I realized then that if someone had found the real and true meaning of life, it would not be applicable to any other than themself. This is not because the meaning would be subjective, but is a further fact that I discovered, that meaning is relative to the person’s mind that believes in it. If it were possible to know the meaning of life, this relative relationship between belief and mind would render the belief incommunicable or at best misunderstood by others than myself.
The nature of meaning is such that the emotion one encodes into symbolic form is the true meaning of the encoded belief. So unless there were a way to provide some basis for that emotion, and communicate the emotion to others, the meaning would remain relative to one person’s mind. Even if the emotion could be communicated and understood by others, I now believe that they would each have separate emotional colorings to that fundamental understanding, meaning that there would necessarily be a meaning of life for each of us that differs from everyone else. It’s in our DNA to understand our why, and not the why of others. I don't think people can disprove another person's emotions with words, or symbols, or sounds. That is, we can communicate, in pictures, in sounds, sometimes even words communicate an emotional meaning. But we can't prove one thing over another without resorting to logic. And even then, logic allows for disagreement. So it's impossible to disprove someone else's meaning in this way.
So there is a little why question, that of what my meaning is, and there are big why questions, pertaining to the larger questions of life that would apply to other people. And other people might understand something similar, but they would’t follow through with that search for the reason why in the same way. And they wouldn’t arrive at similar answers, if they were all philosophers and were committed to the search for the meaning of life. We would then have as many answers as questions, and as many believers as converts.
I hope this explains the futility I felt after realizing that the emotions we feel and beliefs we subscribe to are largely our own, and belong to no one else. This raises the larger question of whether we are even communicating, if we are also islands of belief. But I think that this is true, that we are all islands of belief.
We would need corroborating evidence based on experience and experimental methods to arrive at anything close to an independently verifiable meaning of life. And that would require lots and lots of science facts to exist that just don’t exist yet. We still don’t have a unified field theory in physics, and the other sciences complain of similar faults to their knowledge. So basing a science fact on a finished science is as yet impossible. Which returns me to the beginning of my search, at zero.
I’m sorry if all this is a little bit disappointing, and I never meant to lead people on a wild goose hunt with no solution possible, but I am convinced that my experiments in belief lead to this conclusion. I wish you better luck than me if you are a person who seeks such answers to life’s meaninglessness. My advice is to seek your own personal meaning in this life of nothing but meaninglessness, and pursue it with your entire heart, soul, and mind. Something that I know you will do anyway, because this article was written from an island of misbelief according to your emotional contact with the world.
