Douglas Kennedy Quotes

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!

All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It's all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It'sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurlsstones, echoes of unknown voices - a collectivemishmash of life.

I now understand the need for faith - pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith - as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a universe ruled by unfeeling laws and totally indifferent to the small, reasoning beings that inhabit it.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

Will none wipe the sneer off the face of the cosmos?

People always want reasons for things ... but sometimes there are no reasons.

Where any answer is possible, all answers are meaningless.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

In the world everything is as it is and happens as it does happen. In it, there is no value, - and if there were, it would be of no value.

Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.

Anything goes and nothing matters.

Or maybe what he fears is just the opposite: that nobody is looking; that his death, like his life, is without purpose; that there is neither greater good nor evil--only people living and dying because their bodies function and then do not; that the universe is a rip.

In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.

As much as we'd like to think life is sacred, there's not a lot of evidence for that. The universe is maddeningly casual, giving and taking it.

I was thinking about how fleeting and precious life is. Life is also arbitrary. For example, the choices that you make, the luck of being born into the right bed, to parents who support and help you and who love you. That doesn't always happen - and then, what happens when it doesn't?

Not everything has to mean something. Some things just are.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.