The reason or the sense of anything is not given to us to know. The universe is too vast and the ways of life too complex for us to know from whence it came and whence it goes. We only know what is set before us. What task is upon our very small plate. We never know if we’re too early or too late; or even if we are just in time. So we journey on blindly, reckoning not the climb. Thinking we know the way and what will come. Then out of nowhere it does come. We are left wondering what happened. This is the will of God in all of its sublime, though capricious, circumstance. The flutter of a butterfly’s wing on the winds of time. We need only know, that in the vastness of time and space, we are, after all, but a mote, moving through a speck of time. The universe churned long before us and will do so, long after. We are special only to those who know us and only for a brief time. Thereafter, it really doesn’t matter. We are gone and too soon forgotten, while life goes on.
Kings and heroes we know of from long ago, but what of the farmer who grew his food or the tailor that made his clothes. Can you name them? Yet, they lived when he did and their name did not come down through time. Few ever do. One in a million, it is said, is ever remembered to future time. What of prehistory, where no names are known? That was just five thousand years ago. Man stretches back to a million or so. What names or great deeds are now remembered from then? So you see, in time, all is forgotten and life goes on.
Man has, since history began, those five thousand years ago, tried to immortalize himself to future time. The Egyptians and others built pyramids and stone temples from lavish to simple to enshrine their name. Even today, we place granite or marble where we lay, to remind others of our name and time, but even stone wears away. It is hapless and hopeless to attempt to keep our name alive, not even sending it through history upon an another, because generations end. Though they may not. It just depends. However, from whence it was got is soon forgot . Think only of having your deeds recorded in history, where they will live to a ripe old age. Although the story is soon forgotten, as is your name. Today, we cherish our heritage and name, but in time, both will be forgotten - as life goes on.
The only thing that may survive is our specie; then by a name other than Latin. In some other place with a little different patent. For whence ere we go, we change. We are not those of ancient Africa born, but a different range of man, as may be clearly seen by the few remnants that remain of elder man. No doubt, if we are here, when we must flee this planet, we will have changed and shortly, as time goes, after we leave, we will change again. If ever we remain the same, having lost the capacity for change, we will perish, become extinct. Then time will have forgotten man. It will be up to others, of a different specie, to give our distinct bones names, if any of them remain within the sand . Perhaps, some remnant of our deeds will go on for others to puzzle over, but not our name. That is for kings and others of note, if any record of them remain. All else is forgotten and life goes on.
2006-11-21 08:17:37
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answer #1
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answered by Sophist 7
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We are real. If it were not so, we wouldn't feel.
Believe me, you will know when you are through with life. We will all give an account to the One who created you as to whether you accepted His Son's sacrificial gift and believed in him or not and what we did with this life he gave us.
2006-11-21 08:24:13
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answer #3
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answered by rltouhe 6
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