If you asked a pre-modern human 'what is the meaning of it all', they wouldn't have the foggiest notion of what you were on about. If you tried to explain it, they would excuse themselves and go on their way, because time didn't permit such nonsense. 'The meaning of it all' was, for them (or us, back then) to do what had to be done, for all kinds of compelling reasons to do with staying alive and providing, and about which we didn't have the luxury of philosophizing.
But us moderns, having been delivered from subsistence livelihoods and mortal toil, then find ourselves twiddling our thumbs and asking ourselves what it's all about. ( 'what's it all about, Alfie? Is it just for the moment we're here?')
So we become 'marooned in the present'. Cut off from any sense of our ancestral heritage, from any visceral connection to the world and to our fellows. — Wayfarer
This reminds me of the Buddha...a man struck by an arrow lying in the Buddha's arms and the Buddha desperately trying to focus on treating the wound and dissuading the victim from asking questions regarding the provenance, intent, characteristics, etc of the arrow itself. Nevertheless, I can picture the Buddha, at some point in this pitiful tale, coming to the realization that treating the wound is pointless unless he has a satisfactory answer to the victim's questions. That, in my humble opinion, is the crux of the issue: To the victim the question is simple: Is there a meaning to life that makes it worth living so that the wound needs to be treated in order that he may live?
That pre-modern humans were preoccupied with just getting by - satisfying their so-called basic needs - is precisely what modern humans believe is pointless because there's no real reason why they should bother in the first place. I'm not denying the fact that pre-modern humans weren't like that. They haven't left behind anything in archaeological terms to indicate that they had different priorities; even rock art, and cave paintings, presumably done when they had time to spare, were about game animals - but the crucial fact here is that what the pre-modern humans didn't notice (it didn't dawn on them) was whatever it was that they were doing - hunting, gathering - is meaningful (has a point to it) only if life, the thing they were trying sustain with their activities, has a meaning.
As for being "marooned in the present", I like to think of life, living, every activity we engage in, including the quest for meaning, as a work in progress; far from being finished, it, in my humble opinion, has just begun. Language is just a few thousand years old, philosophy is younger, science is relatively an infant - there's so much we don't know that it would be a grave mistake to accept that life has no meaning. Perhaps a time will come when we'll find that meaning we all desire and the souls of our pre-modern ancestors can rest in peace knowing that their unthinking actions that makes the modern generation possible had a purpose to it after all.
This has a lot to do with The Enlightenment. The Enlightenment knew what it wanted to be free from - the Church - but not what it wanted to be free for, except Progress, and more of everything. Unfortunately, the apogee of 'progress' seems to be interstellar travel, and it's impossible. And we simply can't consume more and more. We're already consuming more than one planet-year's worth of resources by half-way through each year. — Wayfarer
This is just another manifestation of the real problem on our hands - that of purpose or meaning. For better or for worse, like it or not, everything becomes meaningless without a purpose. The Enlightenment was a reaction to the Church's heavy-handedness, its oppression of free thought as it were. To break free from this - i.e. reclaim freedom that was curtailed by the way the Church functions, itself a derivative of an ideology that didn't tolerate dissent or difference of opinion - itself became a purpose. It seems odd that this happened because the Church did offer a purpose, a divine one at that which, in my book, is a
cosmic meaning. Perhaps skepticism, in no small part due to the way the Church was handling affairs, not to mention how implausible religious beliefs are, slowly creeped in, undermining the entire system and divine purpose lost currency. The aim then was to become "free from" a
false purpose (divine purpose as claimed by the Church) in order that we may seek and hopefully find our
true purpose.
The words in your post "free
for" is telling in its meaning for it bespeaks that our aim, our goal, isn't freedom per se but meaning/purpose and it's quite possible that the entirety of human history is nothing more than a documentation of how we've been trying so hard to get "free from"
false purpose so that we may be "free for" our true purpose.
'the reason for it all' — Wayfarer
My personal opinion on the matter is that things, all things, have qualities and these qualities maybe shared with other things and some of them may be unique. It's quite obvious that if one is seeking a unique purpose for a thing, it must be based on the qualities that are unique to that thing. For instance, horses have the unique quality of being able to run fast, for long stretches, and they are tamable - their purpose, recognizing these unique qualities, is for riding. Something similar can be said of a cup. A cup is solid, durable enough, has a hollow inside it, a handle to hold on to, and it's impervious to liquids - it's purpose is to hold water and beverages.
What is unique about humans? The only exclusively-human quality I can think of is thinking itself - humans, if not think well, think better than all other animals combined. Surely then, our purpose is to think and think well. Imagine if aliens from another planet were to come over and take over the earth. To what use would these aliens put us? No prizes for guessing that - it's just too obvious to miss. Of course humans have many other talents like music and art missing in the animal world and these too form firm foundations to define our purpose - our alien overlords would enjoy our musical performances, sculptors, paintings, books, poems, etc. - but the takeaway here is that these activities to - music and art - are essentially thinking, thinking at a different level as it were.
The question then is what's the purpose of all this thinking, thinking of so many shapes and sizes?
The answer to the above question is, "to
understand the universe itself." We're the brain of the universe and our job (purpose) , like the brain in our body, is to comprehend/understand the universe - work out its laws; explore the possibilities it offers; discover its origins, predict its future; make necessary alterations for a better future; and so on. This is our
cosmic meaning. It turns out that life isn't meaningless after all.
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