(I wrote this on October 17, 2009 in my blue book when I was struck with the absurdity of nihilism, although I see other applications for it as well (i.e.: inspirational aspects and also universalist theology). You can find other blue book entries on the Thoughts page.)
Returning to my deliberations on purpose, I begin a story: Once there was an inventor, a master of machinery and technology. He had his duties and roles to fill like everyone else, but he was most dedicated to his life’s work, his invention.
For years he worked on it. Day and night he could be found in his study drawing sketches, scribbling ideas, or in his workshop tinkering with some gear or metal plate. He loved his invention more than anything. He sacrificed everything he had so that it might be perfect.
Finally, when he was very old and very tired, he revealed his invention to his friends and family. They, of course, were stunned by its magnificence. They had never seen anything so lovely.
But the amazement stopped there when the inventor’s friend asked, “But what does it do?” The inventor had no answer.
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