Many of us spend our lives thinking of science and philosophy. Looking for answers to the meaning of life the universe and our place in it. And then eventually we die. Have we not accomplished anything? Does our knowledge somehow live on beyond death? What is the point of seeking knowledge?
That hasn’t been my experience. As soon as I start talking about the meaning of life the universe and everything. Their eyes glaze over and they go dance with a construction worker instead.
Been there buddy. I’ve been the nerd, and I’ve also danced with the construction worker. I think both lifeways have some merit in their contexts.
I can’t confront my biases unless I know about them. Thus, asking questions is an important part of self discovery. Thanks for you’re reply.