Humans have invented religion and philosophy with the aim of finding a meaning to our lives, a way to ignore the fact that we are finite beings that will cease to exist one day. Philosophers, such as Montaigne, Becker, Descartes, Schopenhauer, attempt to tell us how to be happy, how to love, how to add sense to our everyday life… and they all have their theory. But what if cats had the solution to these questions ? What if just being and finding a day-to-day equilibrium is enough ? One day at a time. This book has this flighty title but is, in fact, a real essay, well written, with numerous references and always a link between the theory and how a cat would tackle the problem. A book to read quietly with a pen in hand. A lot to take from it.
“The search for meaning comes with awareness of death, which is a product of human self-consciousness. Fearing their lives ending, human beings invented religions and philosophies in which the meaning of their lives carried on after them. But the meaning humans make is easily broken, so they live in greater fear than before. The stories they have fashioned for themselves take over, and they spend their days trying to be the character they have invented. Their lives belong not to them but to a figure conjured up in their imagination.”