This journey is not one to reach a destination from which one may accomplish anything. It is a journey to the end. It is the final journey. We begin with play and then adventure. We have responsibilities which we may carry or ignore. We suffer consequences to our actions and consequences to things far beyond our control. And in the end, what is it all for? And who cares? We have children, we raise them to be victorious warriors for social justice, and sometimes they are taken from us before they can even march onto the battlefield. Why? What was that for? Is it to train grandchildren who will be damaged by the trauma of the loss of a parent? Why do so many live, struggle, believe and then die for nothing? Why is there such loss when there never was a chance in the first place?
The void is a place filled with nothing. No emotion. No smell, sight or light. No stepping off to the side since it is all a sidestep. Or else it is what is and all else which actually is, is the sidestep. Are we surrounded by a dream or is this the dream from which we awake and become real?
I have always wondered, what is it that causes a rock to think so deeply and for so long about time and its consequences?
The void is a place filled with nothing. No emotion. No smell, sight or light. No stepping off to the side since it is all a sidestep. Or else it is what is and all else which actually is, is the sidestep. Are we surrounded by a dream or is this the dream from which we awake and become real?
I have always wondered, what is it that causes a rock to think so deeply and for so long about time and its consequences?
