What can we say when confronted by the vast meaninglessness and uselessness of our existence?
When we tilt our heads upwards and see the puppet strings wrapped around our every movement and thought, when we recognize that the universe is a play without a plot?
We can say that it will get better, that we will make a go of it on our own, that the future will be worthwhile, that we give our own lives meaning, that this project in which I am engaged is my meaning until its completion when my next project will begin. That God, my family, my country, my happiness are all my reason for being alive.
All the way through we repeat these mantras until we are confronted with the reality of our being fleshy puppets, decaying bodies with decaying minds draped over decaying bones.
We do this up until the day that we succumb to cancer, are walking to the shop when a car spins off the icy road and rips us in two, or when the aneurysm in our brain decides that it has waited long enough to burst.
This is the lesson the vast majority of people learn - either through an unequivocating quest for truth or through a fit of depression - and eventually repress.
Yet we all return to the stage and resume our positions, for the show must go on.
What else can we do, aside from opt out entirely? Say that a God made this all possible and that he loves us, cares about us, and that he will make it all better.
This we say, this we believe, come Hell or an inoperable brain tumour.
Everything the ego makes us do is in order to maximize its chances of survival, what greater threat to the survival of the ego could there be than the will to die of the mind it co-exists with?
The ego created the greatest system of false hope known to man for the purpose of keeping us as far away from the end of a self fashioned noose or the pointy end of a blade turned inward.
The idea that we are individuals, each with a purpose or the capacity for purpose, free will, and that we are important as a species.
Most people are guilty of believing this.
The only ones who are not guilty of this are no longer among us, or contemplate no longer being among us every day.
"The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else; it is a mainspring of human activity--activity designed largely to avoid the fatality of death, to overcome it by denying in some way that it is the final destiny for man." - Ernest Becker, 1973