And there was light.
It so often feels as if no matter what I do as a career, or as a person, or what conversations I have or what I share or who I surround myself with or what I feel or think or fear, that it is all pointless, only ending in the negation of life, the winding down of embers flown in the wind. It can’t all be meaningless though, it simply can’t.
Then why does it seem so? What is the benefit of that? If life is full of infinite meaning, and infinite glory, then why would I feel this utter desolation coursing through me.
How can meaninglessness exist if things are meaningful. Unless, that is, meaninglessness and the despair contained therein are actually meaningful. This also must be true. So, what then is the meaning of meaninglessness? To give depth and understanding to meaning; to give life its dimensions.
Is there meaninglessness in the presence of God? Well if there is meaning, must there be meaninglessness?
Meaninglessness is necessary based on meaning; meaning guarantees meaninglessness or meaninglessness guarantees meaning. If meaning then meaninglessness; or if meaninglessness then meaning; or there is meaning if and only if there is meaninglessness.
Meaninglessness —–> Meaning
