The Fragrance of Life in Itself: The Search for Philosophical Happiness
If one were to have nothing, one could possess all things by knowing the meaning of life. Like a movie to watch, life can be. Like a bright orange upon a tree picked and ripened upon the lips. For if life has meaning, then it has a taste of its own, whether singular or multifaceted, far greater than anything else that life may contain. Like a bride, like a friend, like the fulfillment of one’s being, one may live, encounter life, be alive, for life’s sake, not for anyone else’s or depending on their love and participation in one’s own.
How may we attain this closeness, this discovery, this love so to speak for life in itself? Is it possible? Is it worthwhile? How many we attain it? How may we find it? For then we would need nothing else, seated beneath a tree, walking in the forest or even a desert, we may find happiness, contentment, peace, in life without another, without a thing, without an object external to one’s self.
This journey is less about scientific truth than it is about philosophical profundity and insight into reality to discern apart from scientific method of experimentation and observation of phenomena with measurement. It requires a bright mind, a steady spirit, a meditative and contemplative nature. No need to busy ourselves with numbers, statistics, and the like, for what we seek is a state, or rather life itself and its flavor or flavors, its essential fragrance. What is it? What is it like? Is it enough?