We will all loose and we all will be lost. It is an existential question. The terrible limitation on our little mortal lives.
We all know this to be true.
I have heard it said, more often in movies and stories than in real live conversations that no one wants to die alone. The reality, I think, is that we all do. Though there may be people around us who care or whom we care about and possibly that we all start to travel this road as a group, in the end it is a journey that we take alone. It is the same way that we cone into the world. There are people there when we finish but we still take the voyage by ourselves, even in the case of twins. These processes produce in us a great unknowing. We know that we came from some place and we suspect we are going someplace, possibly the same place, but these regions are beyond our reckoning as a group at the very least. As an individual one or many of us may have has some experience that causes us to know or believe we know something of one of these places or possibly both. This is individual knowledge and this knowledge is difficult to translate into the shared reality, that is the nature of the Mystical Experience. This is why I hold various ancient religious text within a narrow gaze. What ever experiences generated said text have been lost to the efforts of other more scheming individuals,. This topic is about as popular as death and politics. But it is important none the less for us living today.
We remain silent on these things mostly as rooted in them is the most powerful fear any human, except the foolhardy, experiences, the fear of the unknown. Our defense is to ignore. Humans with certain noteworthy exceptions, myself included, possess an amazing power hidden in their ability to concentrate, to focus. They can ignore so profoundly as to blot conscious knowledge from their minds. But that doesn’t change the fact that it is still there like a great stone wheel slowly grinding toward us from behind. We cannot out run it and we cannot hide from it. We do the only thing we can, we ignore it. The result is a creeping stress.
Add on top of this the stress of every day life as most of us experience and it becomes easy to see why people are getting sicker and sicker.
I have no idea what if anything can be done about it. Even if something can be done will the greedy powers that be take the time to even consider it?
We shall have to see.
I’ve said it before and I will say it now. We each have to find that thing we love and make time for it, be it thing, hobby, place or person. The only other suggestion is spend as much time as you can in the moment, after all we have only a few and it is best not to waste them.
Have a better than average day.
I always wondered as you grow older do you start wondering if everyday might be your last? Sort of how pregnant women don’t really know when the baby will actually come – both birth and death are unknown but you’d think at some point, you know it was inevitable.
True, no doubt about it. Appreciate the comment.