everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.
but mankind wasn't always so lucky.
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mankind, ignorant of the truths that lie within every human being, looked outward - pushed ever outward. what mankind hoped to learn in its outward push was who was actually in charge of all creation, and what all creation was all about.
mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
it flung them like stones.
these unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on earth - a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. the bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy and pointless death.
outwardness lost, at last, its imagined attractions.
only inwardness remained to be explored.
only the human soul remained terra incognita.
this was the beginning of goodness and wisdom.