Death is coming

The closer death creeps up upon me the less I am able to understand the reasons for life or living.

Yes I have experienced a close family member dying and unlike television it takes decades to handle such a thing. To think I am going to put my family through such a thing when I finally leave is more horrific to me than the thought of death itself.

My life was and is still a learning experience but when all said and done what am I to do with all this accumulated learning over my lifetime if I just die. There is no logic or reason to this.

Long ago I became aware that the God story that is sold to the majority is just a nice story to give mankind with a message of a basic layout of how nice life could be if everyone followed these ideas. Not many in life do and if one thinks about it the good and evil structures actually depend on each other. The good that can be experienced in life is only understood as good when there is it's opposite to compare it to. This is not rocket science only common sense in reality. I am not saying we need to experience bad but understanding in it is needed to appreciate the great things many of us can have in our lives. From birth to death there are many ways mankind helps his fellow man. How many ways can you help?


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Problem With Clocks

By David Artstone

The clock is always moving. Its steady beat ticks on and on for eternity. It is always there, watching us, reminding us that were late, that time is limited, that the full glass of existence is leaky, and the fluid is slowly seeping out.

In this way a clock can actually be a pretty creepy item. It's almost a harbinger of fate, a reminder that time is not unlimited, and so we have to make every single moment precious and special. It is a reminder that things change, time passes, the world moves on, whether we are paying attention to it or not.

On the other hand, the clock actually detracts from the quality of the moments in our lives. Instead of re minding us to enjoy every moment, sometimes it looks down at us angrily, demanding that we do more. It reminds us of all the appointments that we have to keep, all of the jobs that we have to do, all of the toil that awaits us, every ticking moment of the day.

This can be almost insidious, with the clock driving us like a slave driver, pushing us ever forward to the next task, never leaving us with enough time to stop, and enjoy the life we are too busy to notice. The clock is actually one of the greatest motivating tools in history. It ensures people will arrive on time; it makes certain that they know how quickly a task has to be accomplished, and it strives always to remind us that there is more to do, before the hand reaches that next line.

This dichotomy is the very essence of the clock. It moves us forward, and yet always reminds us that time is limited. It calls for us to hurry, while also beating steadily, while we sit in quiet contemplation. It has a dual nature, which is akin to the dual nature found in humans everywhere.

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