Life may be meaningless and darwinian after all
Why do I think so? Perhaps the world is solely a Darwinian pursuit. Adapt or perish. That's it. I continually agree with this statement. Life is an experience, a creative one. Human imagination rehashes centuries old meaning again and again. Is this too reductionist? Alas, it does not matter for epistemologically we cannot really know much external to human perception.
In the meantime, I shall make myself a Mai Tai, kick back, and enjoy a bit of natural ambiance. Sweet.
Is this at all normal to think? Or am I crazy?