||[Sep. 10th, 2009|01:56 am]
Look around you. Everything, look at your posters, your clothes, your computer, even yourself. Look at your flesh that tenses when you wish, your muscles that writhe under skin, that heart beat and breath that sustain you. The fly on the wall, the friend online, the light bulb and the dishes and the food you eat.|
Its dust. Maybe not right now, right now it is a chair, or a speaker, or your right arm. But in time it will be nothing but dust. You will die, I promise. I will too. As humans we are adverse to this, we enjoy pretending we are immortal. Yet we are not. We are flesh and blood that decomposes when life leaves our veins. And the walls around you, in a hundred years, in two hundred years, even perhaps in a few weeks, won't exist any more. Who can say what tomorrow holds? Yet the further in the future we push the less will last.
Disconcerting. Almost depressing. Yet, not really. Turn your mind to God. Realize all your works will pass. All your love and your hate, and everything under the sun, and the sun itself, will pass. Yet, the eternal. The Divine. God. The only thing outside of time, the only thing defining time, time itself, yet so much more. Consider that. Realize that everything passes except the eternal. All we can do is acknowledge and follow that forever which permeates our passing, doing so with joy.
Seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened.