It seems to me that if one took a ‘global’ perspective of the world, it would be a bunch of people moving around like ants, moving things here and there, doing, scheming, planning, being born, dying…
Viewed from a million miles aways, it just a lump of rock in space. Meaningless.
Now, if one were to view the entire EVERYTHING (the Universe, its Creator, it origin, is final end) from an absolutely transcendent point of view- the WHOLE thing (Creation, Existence, time, space, etc.) is totally pointless. A trillion years of time, a billion universes, millions of people being born, laboring, suffering and dying, all human efforts eventually reduced to dust. And this is just one planet out of billions. In the end, happiness and sorrow are the same. One fate comes to all. Everything seems futile…
So it feels to me, right now. How can we look at infinity without feeling sick- or consider existence without nausea?
Is this philosophy, or just a feeling?
Is there a philosophical answer to this feeling I have…