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" The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us."
-RORSCHACH-

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  1. VNPApril 23, 2015 at 11:21 PM

    Indira, do you believe in David Hume's hypothesis that there is no causality in this world? Science tries to study the cause-effect relationship behind events, but Hume says that it is all "coincidentally concomitant occurrences." Just because lighting fire heats up a room today, it does not mean, according to Hume, that the same causality will work tomorrow too. If it does, then it is just a matter of chance.

    I ask that question because the quote you wrote about - where existence is random and the world is rudderless and fate/destiny have no meaning, not even metaphysical - seems to fall in line with the Humean thesis. Do you believe in that too?

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    1. Grymm RipperApril 24, 2015 at 6:33 AM

      Rather grim is it? Haha, oh well I do give credence to Hume's take on causation. I readily accept it in my mind but when faced with daily life it is hard to not be a slave of the expectations of habits\ cause and effects; always assuming if that happens, hence this will or must happen. The fact that we MUST have some sort of significance as existing thinking beings is way too ingrained in our psyche making it difficult to fully be one with Humean's take on human nature.

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