OthnielIntro
My mind travels through the flowery field that is, creating order out of chaos, building machines, writing poetry and finding love.
But now and then it ventures into the gorge, which is mortality, maybe as an unavoidable consequence of the creative side or perhaps because it is deeply human to do as such.
I think about the beauty we sometimes live in, and then the unknown into which we ultimately journey, for although I yet have faith for whence I go, many know not for a surety what might become of them.
For countless are the beliefs of many good men, yet some, all or but one untrue.
I convince myself, the only way to live is to be unafraid of death, for it is man’s unavoidable fate; life is a sweet sad story.
Purpose
But just like that, we find beauty and purpose in all of it, because there is a purpose or because we need to create one if life as addicting as it can be was to be livable and bearable.
When one seeks a distraction from oh that impending date, perhaps a desire to be remembered for as long as history permits, or a desire to fulfill my every craving, or perhaps a desire to please a deity, a desire to please God.
For if there be nothing on the other side, what might be a most meaningful way to live? And if there was bliss yonder why trouble much about my limited time here?
Peace
We sometimes are given impossible choices, and we sometimes create impossible choices, and so maybe we never had to choose, maybe all we ever needed was everything we have been given; everything that consists life, every scientific fact, every religious truth, every good philosophy, every dance, every expedient connection, every beautiful sunset, and every charm that is Peace.
You just got here; you have just begun.
