Philosophy Phriday!

A time each week to sit down and drain my personal ontological hubris into the keyboard

We humans have little to go on in trying to figure out our universe, all we have is ourselves and our own minds and other humans to figure out all the vast questions our own minds ask for which the universe provides no simple, straightforward answer.
What is our place in the universe? What are other lifeforms, where do they fit in? Being alone, our grotesquely swollen craniums brim with questions, which only ring out hollow into what appears to be an empty, indifferent universe. This is because our society and state of living today has caused us to forget the great peace of mind and contentment that can be found in simple meditation in the quiescent solitude of unspoiled nature. But nonetheless, we still look for answers, and feel so uncomfortable and isolated. It is easy for us to feel alone. Unlike in many stories we ourselves have written, which only project our own ideas onto others, we cannot consult the trees, the mountains, or the animals for answers. At least not straighforward, verbal abstract answers. It is a good thing it's not that way. Can you imagine what would have happened if mountains could talk, and had just shrugged their shoulders and said "Iddl'no" or if the animals had just said "eat! sleep! run run!" Our craniums would have just buzzed away in frustration, seeking something more profound or satisfying. And what if the trees did tell us something poetic, like "to give love and take nothing but memories with you." Perhaps we would have been touched for awhile, or formed some sort of tree-based religion, but we would have inevitably launched countless wars and genocides against each other and with the trees over some trivial disagreement about what one particular tree meant and how it was meant to be practiced, as with any formalized religion and overtinterpreted dogma. A universe that doesn't act or think like we might simply want it to is the best kind. That's the universe that leaves us to search, to guess, to wonder, to dream. The one where the answers we come up with our our very own and reflect what kind of existence we are leading. We must remember that our minds are not the universe, nor do they reflect its ways. This is tao te ching first page stuff. Maybe the reductionist nihilist atheist scientism advocates are correct, and it is all just a big accident with no purpose, the bad guys win, the idealists kid themselves and we all die and rot just the same. But despite all that bleak possibility, there is still good, and it is real, and perhaps if a mind seeking satisfaction in building some comprehensible structure of abstract meaning in a non-abstract universe does not ever find comfort, then the mind can create its own good, even as frail or evolutionarily disadvantageous that may be against the greater power of selfishness and arrogance.

And no, I'm not schizophrenic, I just type garbled thoughts down really fast and don't bother to edit them. I have to vent sometimes and I'm too lazy to go back and refine it, okay?