I was going on a small rant one morning to my wife after recently finishing reading Alice in Wonderland to my kids the night before. I was explaining to her that I didn’t care for the book because in spite of its supposedly whimsical, magical, and wonderful nature, I did not find it full of wonder at all. I found it be mind-numbingly boring.
In all of its dream-like, meaningless, and non-sensical literary glory, I could barely keep from falling asleep. Of course, the application of this lesson to philosophies that promote a certain kind of meaninglessness as the key to freedom in this life was not lost on me. Meaninglessness is not the key to freedom.
It’s the key to boredom.
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