The Quest for Meaning

I found myself some days ago reading a discussion about Bread, Circus and how someone argued people are at least partly to blame because they decided not to care and “would rather leave the operation and advancement of society to others”. I suddenly found myself writing the following. In the end I didn't submit the comment, but I'll leave it here, as witness.

operation and advancement of society


So, yes, I am to blame. I don't disguise it.

But then, a little further down in the discussion there was this exchange:

There’s no higher calling than bread and circuses. As long as the people are well fed and are entertained, what else do they really need?

The illusion that it means something.

That goes on the “entertained” part.

And maybe that's what lies inside all this. Not the realization that it is all an illusion, because we know that, we've always known that. But treating it like entertainment. As if we've all given up believing in any future, as if the search for meaning and progress and advancement is just… entertainment.

Because, sure, there is no meaning, we know that. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't build our own meaning ourselves. And reducing it to “entertainment” is a rather stupid way to give up.