Question from Mahamad

Q: What's the use?

A: You're a philosophy professor aren't you? And you've asked this several times to your students, and not one student has satisfied you with the answer you want to hear. Well, you came to the right outlet buster - a 5 year old!

I'd like to know why you ask, really. I'm assuming you're really down about something, or you're just testing me. I bet somewhere along the way, you've lost sight of what it is in life that is useful. What you are really doing is trying to find meaning in your existence, right? Oh, you're not? You're just asking the question? Oh, that's OK, I am just answering it.

You see, the use of anything is found inside of you. And it's also found outside of you, because really, it's not all about you. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Yep, I said it. It's NOT ALL ABOUT YOU. If you're looking for other people or things to give you a feeling that you, or it, or they are useful, then you're missing the point. You are coming from a selfish standpoint. "Make my life better", "You owe me", "Give me meaning", "Entertain me". These are all the hidden statements behind your original question. What's the use?

The "use" is what you make it. And by the sounds of it, you are not making anything of it. There is tons of "use" in this life. Have you ever played with a Barbie? Don't laugh...they are awesome. Have you ever done something nice for someone else or even yourself? Gotta love yourself first! If you're asking "what's the use?", then you likely haven't thought about what's after this life. What's the use after this life? There's got to be something after this life. If you think that's impossible, where did you come from in the first place? If you think there is no use and you want to go back from whence you came, from whence did you came? You must of came from some whence. That whence might have some answers for you.

Anyway, I could go on and on, but you'd only give me a C anyway.

Oh, if you're really just testing me, then there is no use.

Except that Barbies rule and philosophy professors drool.

Word, Mahamad.