To be here as a light from beyond
(a possible way to live)
Friday, May 31, 2013
I only have questions
Life is complicated.
So much so that it seems nobody has ever got it completely. We do understand part of what's going on, but we don't really know the measure of what escape us.
And in the midst of all this ignorance, we have to go about making choices. For instance, to destroy in order to create. To destroy an apple, an illusion, a white page, in order to create some more red cells, a conjecture, music.
If I had to decide being born, would I?
Knowing that so much would be destroyed in order for me to exist?
But I am just another rolling grain of sand living in a much bigger grain of sand in the vastness of the world (universe). I am just another part of life, a speck, just like the specks being destroyed in order for me to continue. I'm not sure of what's good or bad, of who I am or even if I am anything at all. Perhaps Budhists are right and the I is nothing but illusion, we are perhaps, truly, "nothingness" as they say. But I would be very surprised that any person has unravelled the mysteries of the universe. In fact, budhists, in their behavior, seem just like ordinary man, perhaps with different abilities (meditation, etc) just like a musician or anyone else.
In the vastness of this cosmic soup it doesn't seem terribly important if it's me or the tiger that survives. But for me it is. It is, in fact, in my perspective, one of the most important questions in existence. And I don't know the answer to that. In fact, I only have questions.
The only thing I know for sure is that there are things which I don't know. And it seems to me that these things are huge, both in quantity, complexity and meaning.
So much so that it seems nobody has ever got it completely. We do understand part of what's going on, but we don't really know the measure of what escape us.
And in the midst of all this ignorance, we have to go about making choices. For instance, to destroy in order to create. To destroy an apple, an illusion, a white page, in order to create some more red cells, a conjecture, music.
If I had to decide being born, would I?
Knowing that so much would be destroyed in order for me to exist?
But I am just another rolling grain of sand living in a much bigger grain of sand in the vastness of the world (universe). I am just another part of life, a speck, just like the specks being destroyed in order for me to continue. I'm not sure of what's good or bad, of who I am or even if I am anything at all. Perhaps Budhists are right and the I is nothing but illusion, we are perhaps, truly, "nothingness" as they say. But I would be very surprised that any person has unravelled the mysteries of the universe. In fact, budhists, in their behavior, seem just like ordinary man, perhaps with different abilities (meditation, etc) just like a musician or anyone else.
In the vastness of this cosmic soup it doesn't seem terribly important if it's me or the tiger that survives. But for me it is. It is, in fact, in my perspective, one of the most important questions in existence. And I don't know the answer to that. In fact, I only have questions.
The only thing I know for sure is that there are things which I don't know. And it seems to me that these things are huge, both in quantity, complexity and meaning.
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