If we pretend we are gods for a moment, let's saunter out into the belly of the bEast. Let's walk into Welkin, and be among the stars. We're a prodigious distance from Earth, now.
We can look "downward" so to speak upon human beings. They live, suffer, cry, laugh, experience passion, and ultimately perish. But from this strange point of view, life is about as important as a handful of dust.
People expire, but the world keeps turning. The sun will rise tomorrow, even devoid of our glorious, ephemeral presence. So is this viewpoint real, or imaginary?
From this way of looking at things, nobody notices us. We live and die, but the clouds keep crossing the sky without pausing to reflect upon those changes.
Does this mean that Shakespeare was correct in his soliloquy from MacBeth..."tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...?"
In other words, are we just jousting windmills?
2007-03-16
07:18:52
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