The Question

As I plan for the day, when I will be out in the bay but not in my boat, a thought keeps running through my head.

What is the point?

And to that - I do not know. What is the point? What is the point in anything? What if there really is no meaning to life? We are just here, and then one day we are not here. And there is no point to any of it at all.

To me, this makes everything more meaningful. I do not have a cosmic purpose. I am not here as part of some supreme beings plan. A plan which I have no choice but to be part of, meaning I am just a pre-programmed robot - here to do my part of the preordained plan. No will of my own.

But if there is no point, then maybe I do have free will. What I decide to do, or not to do, is all about my personal sense of ethics and what I deem to be right or wrong.

No cosmic plan that I am forced to be a part of, no matter what.

Anyhow - for some reasons I think about this stuff. Often.

I need to drink more beer.