You: Hello.
Stranger: Hey there
You: What'd you want to talk about?
Stranger: Well that depends on who you are
You: I'm a private detective from a time-long-forgotten. I call women dames, admire their gams, flirt with danger.
You: you?
Stranger: I am a 21st century time traveler jumping through time helping people with their problems while always hoping the next jump will be the jump home
You: Quantum leap woulda been cooler.
Stranger: Psh
You: :p
Stranger: So then who are you really
You: A bored neurotic weirdo.
You: you?
Stranger: A guy who can't get angry
You: Hmm. . .sounds like a challenge.
You: I accept.
Stranger: Let us begin
You: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlNQ5gZVytk&feature=related
You: watch that video.
You: understand that this is the future. . .
Stranger: I would but I am on an itouch and cannot
You: Aw :(
Stranger: Yes so sad
You: Tell me a few things about yourself.
You: I need some background.
Stranger: Ok let us see
Stranger: I have a pertty good life I guess
You: Have you always been unable to get angry or is this something recent?
Stranger: I am on the cross country team have good group of friends
Stranger: It has always been like this
Stranger: I am to nce
Stranger: Nice*
You: How do you feel about "being" in general, how do you feel about gathering meaning in living? Do you experience trepidation when the thought of dying crosses your mind?
You: Have you accepted a religion in an attempt to 'transcend' mortality?
Stranger: What is this trepidation?
You: fear.
Stranger: Hmm I am christian and the thought of dieing does come up sometimes
Stranger: But I am not worryed that much
You: Life, in general, in our day is extremely mundane, marginalized. People go through a series of events that have been played out before them. Living a life that leads to regret, mid-life crisis, introspection.
Stranger: Yes I know this
You: Everyone dies, everyone you know and love will be dead. Your accomplishments won't matter, your story will be forgotten. How can life be given meaning when there isn't a point?
You: I try to find meaning in connection but humans can be extremely superficial.
You: shallow creatures.
You: animals governed by a set of rules.
You: but animals nontheless.
Stranger: You can't go about beliving that
You: I can, many have.
Stranger: Well ya I guess you can but you see no joy in life that way
Stranger: Thinking that everything you do is
You: I can create joy through a meaningful connection with another person.
You: I don't feel regret about the choices that I've made.
You: I just regret that I have to die.
Stranger: And why is that
You: The 'gift' of life was given against my will, and taken away in the same breadth.
Stranger: Are you saying that you did not want this gift at all
You: Hmm, I'm not sure, honestly. It depends. The idea of a death looming over my existence is quite droll, but at the same time, depressing.
You: I guess it depends on how I end up living my life.
You: Some type of hedonistic self-satisfying orgy of a life.
You: Or a sheltered insular series of brooding memories.
Stranger: Live a life that will make the next generation better off then you were
You: I understand that things aren't so black and white.
You: Why care about a next generation? It won't matter in the end.
You: We're doomed to die of entropy at the least.
Stranger: Do you really think there is no purpose at all to life or all of this
You: I'm not certain, I have no proof otherwise.
Stranger: Do you have proof there is no purpose
You: No, but that isn't an argument.
Stranger: Then how is not having proof there is a purpose one
You: I can profess faith in the fact that there is no purpose in life. I don't know, but I have a fervoured, zealous belief in this.
You: Does that make it any more true?
You: Not especially.
You: Nobody will never know how the universe was created.
Stranger: It just seems like that mind set would make life miserable for that person
You: I don't see myself as miserable, just realistic, I suppose.
You: I can still feel emotions.
You: I can be happy.
Stranger: But can you find genuine Happiness like that
You: I'm not numbed, I'm not some lovecraftian shambler shufflin' through life seeking brains to devour.
You: How do you define genuine happiness?
Stranger: Hmm
You: I can meet another person that makes me feel genuinely happy.
You: Someone who makes me smile whenever I'm not having a good day.
Stranger: But when you think about how there is now meaning to all of it does it put a damper on that happiness
You: no, not especially.
You: that is the human condition.
You: I've accepted that.
Stranger: Hmm I see
Stranger: So you see the world as I turely is just one plant among billions destined to be destory like all of the others before it have been
You: yes.
Stranger: But you understand that being human we choose no to think about that but instead enjoy the lives we have and live it for our own purposes while trying to give life a meaning
Stranger: That in the end means nothing
You: That's a bit clich?
You: but in general, sure.
Stranger: Ya just a bit
Stranger: So you think when you die that's it there is nothing after it
You: I'm not sure, I'd imagine it will be like before I was born.
You: nothingness.
Stranger: Would you give up your life one other person to live
Stranger: For on other person to live*
You: Hmm, I guess, in a really specific circumstance.
Stranger: What if you don't know anything about him
Stranger: Just two stranger in an unfortante circumstance
You: I'm not Jesus.
Stranger: Yes I know
Stranger: Hmm how about 5 people you don't know
You: Would you?
Stranger: Most likely like I said before I am to nice
You: Why do you think you're too nice?
You: If you let other people that aren't nice take advantage of you, aren't you going to regret it later on?
Stranger: I wouldn't let that happen I know the difernce between when I must help someone in need and when some one is useing me
You: Someone approaching you and telling you that you can trade your life for 5 random other lives sounds like some sneaky trickster deal.
You: Like the Devil . . .
You: I wouldn't trust him.
You: "He's a motherf*ckin' liar" - the spirit of truth guy
Stranger: Hmm I guess it depends on way in which you are givng up your life
You: I'd blast myself directly in the anus with a low-gauge shotgun to save the lives of 5 random children in Africa.
You: but at the same time, what if saving them leads them to sad, unfulfilling lives? One dies of AIDS, one becomes a child soldiers, one starves to death.
You: solider*
You: I can't spell, whatev'!!
Stranger: Don't worry me either
You: Really?
You: What if you could continue living and ended up curing cancer?
You: How can you quantify the value of someone's life?
You: Are all of them equal? Are some worth more?
Stranger: Just got to have faith I supose, sorry for the religion relation but sometimes iyou just have to have it
Stranger: It the differnce between giving up your life 5 random children who will most likely die and giving up your life and having faith that your sacrifice was not in vain
You: You don't have to apologize, I'm not insulted by someone being religious. Who is to say that you or me is the right one?
You: I'm not certain, you aren't either.
Stranger: No one really knows
Stranger: You just got to guess
You: Grand allegory into life and the meaning of being in general expertly crafted by J.K. Rowlings and weaved into her Harry Potter mythos through the inclusion of the 'hat of sorting.'
You: We're all sorted in the end. . .are we not?
Stranger: I can see that
You: Deep musings for a children's series.
You: Welp, heh, gotta go! Have a good life, friendo.
You have disconnected.