Perhaps there is no deeper meaning to life; nothing after this - no purgatory, no heaven, no hell, no reincarnation; perhaps when you expire you just expire. That is a tad bit of a frightening thought isn't it - that all there is for you to experience is this; it's an ominous notion that all you have come to know, all you have experience for how ever long you are on this earth is all you will experience - it will come to a screeching halt and then there will be nothing.
If there is nothing then why all the fuss? Enter the concept of heaven and hell - eternal life; either being punished or rewarded. Life would have little purpose, our actions meaningless if not for the abstract concepts of eternal life steeped in the tenets of old tales handed down for millennia from guru, pundit, priest pastor or some other mouthpiece of the dogma, to the ear of the willing, misguided, ignorant and faithful.
The idea of non-existence, after knowing existence is enough to scare one to search out something more plausible, a glimmer of hope that there is something beyond what we know; it is human to fear the unknown. We have yet to evolve to embrace what lays before us in all its splendor; to live life fully - we have shackled ourselves with the concept of infinity; even as we pursue infinity in our decaying shells.
Ironic that we fill our lives with nothingness and at the end of our lives we fear stepping into nothingness.
What if there is no meaning to this life; what if all this is a good show, smoke and mirrors; what if these stories are just stories, if they are hats off to the author(s) brilliant - it has served its purpose; what if this is a rerun of some terrible series on an intergalactic channel; what if?
What if I just wasted sleep time writing this; what if this was the only way to quiet my mind to go to sleep?
So many questions, so few answers?
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
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