I wonder at times if all of our emotional lives are little more than random fluctuations and transient, effervescent flickering candle flames in the chaos of our minds and of this, our shared world. Somewhere between the volatile, if probabilistically determinate, entropy of physiological or cognitive reflex and those diverse rationales and causes we retrospectively assert to explain our actions and behaviours (or those of others) – we inflate purpose, self-validation and meaning; we project rationality and choice where, in fact, none may exist. We may assert meaning and purpose in hindsight upon what are purely random or at least blindly-reflexive thoughts and actions.
The visceral experience of reflex and hormonal or culturally-entrained emotional experience is one which we seek to explain but It may just be true that there is actually nothing much there to explain, or at least not the melancholic, angst-ridden or joyous, bubbling bundle of enthusiastic or excited humanity that we may feel ourselves to be. It may all at base be an autonomously self-propagating biological process of information and energy-processing that marches forward with (or without) substantive explanation or reason. Even then, if we actually could explain away the core reasons for our generally messy and not particularly well-manicured emotional lives as being consequences of emergent complexity and biological computation, we should still find ourselves stuck right there in the middle of the storm without much reassurance or guidance in the face of all this human, all-too-human confusion.