The Question of All Questions
We really bristle at our limits.
We didn't like the fact that we could only walk about 20 miles a day so we domesticated the horse.
We didn't like the fact that we couldn't record our thoughts so we invented writing.
Today we still have limits we wish to overcome - disease of all kinds, aging.
Our "place" in the Cosmos seems to be the best we can manage at the time. But we always hope for better. And that's why the problem is always fresh. No matter how far we've come, there we still can do better.
Ah yes, a key insight. Man's relation to the Cosmos must be continually redefined as Man continuously redefines himself and his world.
"And what was strange was that this energy that came back was nothing new. It was my ancient juvenile force of faith, the belief that the sole purpose of my life was to be better. As II gave up the life of the conventional world, recognizing it to be no life, but a parody on life, which its superfluities simply keep us from comprehending,"