Is the universe too full or too empty? This is, of course, a conceptual, not a scientific question. Is the world too much with us, as Bill Wordsworth suggests (and he was talking more of the busyness of the world, not its oppressive physical structure) or are we isolated in an incomprehensibly large cosmos, both on the macro and the micro levels: claustrophobia or agoraphobia? Let's say that there are two kinds of people (the joke: there are two kinds of people--those who think there are two kinds of people and those who don't): claustrophobics and agoraphobics. (Limiting? Of course.) I'm a claustrophobic: I feel the weight of the world, even the cosmos. Others I imagine feel the terror of emptiness. (And others just don't think about it--or employ a fantasy religious text to salve their fears.)
Or is that just one more illusion: an aristocracy of the terrified--an imagined elite of thinkers? Oh yeah, the world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. (And nada to those who don't think or feel.)
Yeah, Rog, you think too much: go drink a beer. leer at cleavage, read the sports page. What would the nihilist do?
Do?
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