Time and Reflection...

Time is precious, yet how we waste it--or rather misunderstand it? We are given only an allotment and than it is gone. It is the same with life; we have only one life and when it is lived, that is all--the fat lady has sung--it is over. We live life, but most often do not stop to process it, chew on it, revel in it. Instead, we are pulled and stretched to the far ends of the earth by responsibilities and obligations, but we forget to go out our back door. Where are the pauses, the spaces for reflection? If life is simply a set of things to get through--why are we here? It will be little more than an endless mass of cyclical nothingness. We must stop. We must learn not only to live, but to be. We are here not simply to experience, but to sit and stew in those experiences. We must meet with life, but than we must also stop and allow it to meet with us. Current culture does not lend itself to this mentality, but we must fight. We must fight for space, for time, for reflection--for sanity. We cannot allow modernity to rob of us our right to be...we must rebel--otherwise, what is life?

Fragility

Life is intensely fragile, temporal. We are here and then we are not--thus is the nature of life and equally so--death. We blossom and live, sometimes until the winter comes and our lives are spent, but at other times our petals close or are closed prematurely, never to open again. It is not always predictable--death. It comes unwelcome and un-looked for, yet come it shall, for us all. But, victory it does not have--that has been reclaimed. Humanity--we mere mortals--are indeed fragile, but equally so are meant for a life beyond this bounded universe. We are meant for more, and death indeed releases us to that which we were intended...the sting of death shall not endure forever.

The giving tree..

My days are done, my life is spent
And at the pearly gates I stand

Brightly shining glory surrounds
Amazing, the beauty abounds

A voice speaks out:
"Did you believe
that I loved you?"
It asks...

What shall be my answer?

Inevitable moratlity and eternity

We are mortal, we must accept this. Although, it seems we spend much of our lives avoiding this reality. We seek means by which we may escape the inevitable--pain, aging, death, etc. Yet, it is these very things which make us human. We are made like a wheel, as said Mr. Tuck--and death is a part of the wheel. However, it is the portion after that part of the wheel that baffles and even terrifies my finite mind--eternity, infinity--forever. How does one even begin to grasp such a concept? I use to lay awake at night, in my childhood, pondering this idea of eternity and was often brought to tears by the sheer overwhelming vastness that infinity imposed upon my poor finite mind. I still cannot truly comprehend such incomprehensibility, yet I know this--I am mortal, yet immortal--how then to reconcile such a paradox? Perhaps this: live, die, and find out what comes next, for to wonder will only drive us mad...we can know only so much about the next life and the rest is simply conjecture. So live, but live well.