With the Jewish holiday season nearing its end, I'm dreading the return to the arbitrary reality of monotony awaiting me. The reality of life becoming again a incessant cycle of sleep and work, sleep and work, sleep and work. Sometimes I feel trapped in the wheel of Time, a slave to his whims. However, if there's one thing the holidays teach us, remind us it's that reality is more than the supposed drudgery of daily life, that Time himself is not in control. Reality, life, ...
existentialism
Morning Musings
Too much of "Life" is arbitrary. How we define our ontology must have a foundation, or Life is meaningless. "What is real? What is good? What is beauty? What is truth?" — all these questions, not only their answers, are futile if there exists no predetermined construct. That's our problem with G-d: we don't want to have our own lives predetermined, pre-defined for us. We want to find meaning within ourselves. However, if the Scriptures are true, then we cannot find meaning apart from ...
