Thinking Of Things, Season 1, Episode 5:

Time, memory, and the pursuit of meaningness.
Wherein, during a conversation in the park, things melt

We were out for a walk, as so many times before, Notme and I, and a long time had passed since the last time we did. It was just the kind of a splendid summer’s day I enjoy so much, not a cloud in the sky. We were surrounded by an ever changing flock of joggers as we arrived at the meadow with the pond I had visited so often before. Somehow I did not enjoy it as much as I thought that I would, nor as much as I remember enjoying the exact same conditions in the past. Somehow it felt like a repetition.
Me: “When we age, time appears to go faster and faster as things lose their novelty. In the end we have experienced so much that we die from boredom. Dying of old age is a myth.”
Notme: “That is why people have children, to see the world anew through the eyes of the little ones.”
Me: “Sure. And then grandchildren. After a while even that is not enough to add novelty to the world. All you have left is nostalgia, nothing tastes good any more. And then you are bored and die.” 

Nostalgia /näˈstaljə/
Noun: A longing for enjoying things once found enjoyable. E.g. Music. 

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Season 1: Intermission

My Vantage Point

When I close one eye I see my nose.
I wait for the train on the elevated platform.
Early morning tracks go to the horizon.
Sunlight break through thin clouds,
reflecting on the moon.
With tracks behind me, sun to the left, moon to the right:
I close one eye.

The sun, the nose, the moon

 TT, Thinking of Things, 2014.

Thinking Of Things, Season 1, Episode 3:

What’s ‘meaningness’? or The Wrath of God
In which, over hot spiced tea, a friend coins a new term and things starts to shift.

I had declared God dead, and patted myself on the shoulder. “Well done, me!” I told myself, as if it was an achievment. I thought myself a rational person, a Scientist, and that there could be no truth outside the rigors of science. I was done. I saw our place in the universe, I saw the insignificance of us and universe both, and I thought people living their lives as if it meant something were blind and naive, with their faux traditions and priorities. I knew an obvious truth and it was a lonesome burden. So I cynically distracted myself with pleasure, entertainment and people. I no longer agree with me then. Am I still patting myself on the shoulder, as if this is an achievement?

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Thinking Of Things, Season 1, Episode 1:

The meaning of life: Where I was
in which all is without purpose and I look the other way.


And there was light. And time and space. And there was heat. And space and time expanded, faster than light itself. And what was All cooled and light became matter, and the expansion slowed and matter attracted matter, lumped together. And matter ablaze anew, gave birth to stars and suns, elements forming within borning stars, combined in the flame by which it burned. Stars grew old, burned out and exploded, turning to dust. And dust attracted dust, became stars again, and planets, and moons, in a doomed cosmic circle of combustion.
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