Drunken late-night existentialism: If philosophy doesn't get you down, you're doing it wrong
We cannot grant purpose or meaning to our existence because we did not create our existence. Every arbitrary “meaning of life” we come up with is a desperate self-deluding coping strategy towards addressing the cruel fact that we, in reality, have no idea what we are, how we emerged, and why.
We did not make ourselves, so we cannot have a purpose or meaning for ourselves. The tool does not have a purpose for the tool; the tool has a purpose for its maker. The tool has no say in its own existence. There is no meaning of the tool’s existence for the tool itself. Purpose and meaning for our existence does not belong to us; it belongs to whatever created us. Nature created us. Nature has a purpose and meaning for us. Whether we can perceive it or not is irrelevant to nature. If there is a meaning to our existence, it is for us; it is for whatever made us. Causation dictates this.
We can philosophise for all of time and still not perceive what our purpose and meaning is for nature. Then again, would such enlightenment serve us, assuming we had the intellectual capacity to grasp the concept?
Even our will is shackled by causation. If we can’t even know what matters, does anything matter - for us?
https://sotiris.substack.com/p/the-case-for-the-simulation-theory