Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Why science makes people just as miserable as religion and other answers to the world's problems...

Wondering about depression, the sheer hopelessness of it all that people feel, all the time or just sometimes when things get tough. But because I'm a wordy twat, then I started wondering just what it is that causes this common dissatifaction in people's hearts and mind.

I think it's science's fault, just as much as it is society, religion and all the other constraints we put on our understanding of the wider world around us.

Science tells us it has the answer. But it doesn't, of course it doesn't. It's a panacea, no better than the Daily Mail telling a hopeful elderly audience that there's a cure for dementia, cancer, arthritis...just around the corner.

Science tells us it can answer the fundemental questions of the universe...as does religion.

And that's the problem, isn't it? That we want answers. We want to know. People don't want to sit in the pub of life any longer, bemoaning the state of the world and musing on the rights and wrongs of life. No, we want to look it up on Google. We want to know.

And in this endless quest for answers, we seem to forget that element of chaos that surrounds us all. We strive for a happiness that isn't always there, read books with dumb titles like 'Secrets of Happy People!'

All the time, looking for answers, wanting that sure thing, we've lost our sense of fascination. Isn't there, sometimes, something wonderful, something liberating, about not knowing? Wasn't it more fun, in the pub of life, when people talked and mused and wondered instead of looking for answers on Google?

Anyway...thought for the day and all that. I'm like fucking Reader's Digest, me.

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