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Existential Thoughts

It's Facebook. Then Reddit. Then Facebook. Then I stop because I don't see new content but if I'm waiting for someone or just on an unpredicted time gap with nothing but my phone, I'll waste time. I've realized this needs to stop.

It's ridiculous how much we are consumed by the devices we have. It's been said by the older generations on numerous occasions, we're addicted to a little bubble sent through hundreds of miles of wire. The real world around us seems to flicker like a TV from the 70s. We have the need to continue our technological advancements. This desire is a deep existential crisis that for many of us is unconscious. Hundreds of years ago we began asking ourselves, well what are we made of? Today it seems we answered that question to some degree and continue experimenting with our world in order to better understand it. However, we seem to be headed in a scary direction. We are now focused on a much deeper question that many philosophers hold as one that is impossible to answer. Do we come from something, or do we come from nothing?

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