6/8/2010.

When someone asks me something like "what is the meaning, value, or purpose to life," I just look at them funny. If it isn't obvious to them that life is an end in itself, then I'm not sure what I can say to make them see it. Life is the source of meaning and purpose.

What is the purpose of a car if there's nobody to drive it? There is none. But people have their own purposes because life is purpose. The crux of life is intentional activity, goal-directed behavior. It can't not have purpose.

Value is always value to life. Water is good for a plant but nothing is good, or bad, for a rock. Value *is* value to life.

And meaning is likewise an immediate corollary of consciousness. We give things meaning simply by labeling them and processing them.

If that's not enough for you, I guess you can make something up. But frankly, what really is there (and what is *obviously* there) is so much. I cannot figure out what else people are looking for.

Why isn't life itself enough?