Wonder sometimes why we learn, love, struggle, create, explore the World and then at the end, just go back to dust?
I asked my son what he felt was the meaning of Life – and he said Love
and that the World wants to learn. i was impressed
Think one of the reasons must be connected with Evolution, creating a civilisation that can cope with whatever future the Sun and our Galaxy has instore. We hanker for simpler past; vintage and retro is now big thing until we see what instruments doctors used a few hundred years ago.
Do believe in God, but dont think it matters if its an Islamic, Buddist or Christian one, think we are all part of the same big family, with similar problems that any family experiences and we have bigger things to solve
My son wanted a King James Bible and we began trying to read Genesis and within a few chapters, wondered many things.
According to Genesis, early people lived up to 900 years and it was God who created the Flood, which seems he later regretted – because he wanted to remove all people except Noah’s family and two of each animals, as he was disappointed in us.
I have heard that in the Old Testament, God is more a God to fear, perhaps
because these are storys handed down from generation to generation and were a way of making younger generation fearful
I think bad experiences are how some of us learn. Someone who i guess believes in spirituality or Buddism told me that he felt people who have difficult lives in this life time is perhaps because their soul is going thru spiritual growth and learning
Begin to feel i have got my prioritys all wrong. Reallised this last year when asked to help a Charity produce a report and spent quite a few hours and phonecalls gathering information to complete by a deadline and stupidly staying up last night until 3am to complete but never heard much until some months later tried to find out what happened and seems most likely this piece of work disappeared into oblivion as the person who asked for it no longer worked there.
What made me sad – was the first of our little cats who passed away last year, died the day after the 3am finish getting ill in the morning and spent the remains of this day away from home in the vet and feel i missed a chance to spend last bit of time with him
If just one person reads this and it makes them also wonder about prioritys then it must be worth being so tactless talking about it
I found our new little kitten last night, now almost grown at 6 months rolling in catnip he had found on a shelf i’d dried to make catnip toys.
He’d dragged down the bag and was in simple uncomplicated heaven
Its difficult because work is fundamental part of our lives but just wondering about working so hard that you miss out on things you can never recapture. P.B.Shelley wrote in 1818
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away