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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever 
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In death, there will an initial period of horrified reflection where we will collectively ask ourselves, /what the hell were we thinking/? Then, gradually, the lives we left behind will become coffee table talk and the fuel for many laughs. In time, the universe will unfurl for us as the work of art we never found the courage to believe it could be, and we will curse ourselves for, once again, underestimating God here, and abandoning Him there, in the search for cheap thrills in our fool’s quest to find meaning in meaninglessness. Not much will really change, though, except a few token perks of living doled out to us by our beloved Father, as we live out the majestic unspoken times. We will relish at the thought that, as illusions, we imagined ourselves to be real. We will look back on days we haven’t lived yet, and we will lose ourselves eventually, no matter how hard we try to hold on to some shred of personal identity. Some of us may succeed for a while, but at some point we will have to come to terms with the fact that nothing could ever be forever, unless we give up our pride and surrender to what we knew in our hearts all along to be true, and even then, we would have to keep our promise to never return to this wretched place, though most of us rarely ever do. We are too proud. Too eager to climb that slide on the playground one more time. Misguided children we are, beloved so. Ndakasimba kana makasimbawo. |
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