Meaning

Its pretty clear it seems to me. We're here to make copies of ourselves. To reproduce. At least if you're looking for an organic answer to the meaning of life. That's it. That's what all the chemicals are about. All the fun insanity. Its not cuz its fun. Its fun cuz that's what makes it happen.

So, if that's what its all about, and that seems to me the obvious answer, then what of the ones who've not got the job done. Failed at the meaning of life. Where's the relevance? Where's the meaning for the people who didn't make copies of themselves?

Relevance is possibly not the correct word. Maybe not even meaning. What do you leave behind, who have not left behind life itself? A future? What is the raison d'etre for the being who ain't made another being?

I've thought about this a bit. I like the option of leaving something behind that exists, even if its not living. Like a Pyramid. They've been around for a while. But even that 5000 years is almost meaningless in geologic time.

I like the idea of leaving an idea. Buildings come down, but thought persists. Jesus proved more powerful than all of Rome! Ideas persist. That's why they're so important.

If only people would think!

Next it occurred to me that these lives my friends have created. Merge in a few generations, into the whole. Your child is half you. If you've bred with an asshole, then your child is half asshole. Better hope that generation makes good, but in any event two steps down that child is 1/4th you. Nice if its 1/4 someone you love and respect too. And yay for you for matching your genes with someone special. But still your great grandchild is carrying 1/8th of your gene pool. What does that make the kid 5000 years down your pyramid?

Is my brother's 250th generation grandchild really much different genetically than mine would have been if I'd had one? Aren't my genes almost out there in equal proportions? No. Mine are infinitely less out there, but close just the same.

But, in the big picture IS reproduction more important than an idea? Would Harper Lee's children have been more important than To Kill A Mockingbird?

So now I'm not sure what is important. Maybe nothing.

There's this whole notion of the universe expanding only so far, then collapsing on itself, and then having another big bang and starting all over again.

Some say there are 10 dimensions, or 11. I heard that the weakness of the force of gravity is considered by leading theoretical physicists to be possibly the result of its leaking into another universe!

What does it all mean? I really don't know. But I know this ... right now I'd like to leave something. Something permanent (sic). A painting. A picture. A story. A thought... since its looking like there's none of my own genes, going to be in the pool!