So where next?

Yesterday I began to explore the notion, which you all have, of what it means to be human.

You have a different perspective on life, seemingly much more considered than a penguin's; however rich a penguin's view of life may be.

You ask questions of life in the expectation that there might be few, if any, answers. Why shunt oneself up a blind cul de sac in a vain hope that there might be, waiting out there, somewhere, an answer?

Is that what consciousness is. A simple desire to know where life came from and where it is going. Philosopher have grappled with such questions throughout the ages and each 'solution' was a personal one, born out of particular circumstance.

I wish that I could point to one philosopher and say that they had the answer but, existentialist as I may be, Sartre knew only his personal life; no-one else's.

Perhaps I have no purpose, perhaps no goal. God, or Allah, or Jehovah may simply be a product of a mind searching relentlessly for answers for which there is no recourse; no answers.

Perhaps that is the way one detects intelligence. They ask questions.