ReadyasEver
Elementalist
- Dec 6, 2018
- 828
Being human, what does it all mean? I've seen so many things in my life, good and bad. I've experienced them all, the joy of holding your children when they born to horror a tagging a dead friend killed in the desert. What does it all mean? I was raised a Catholic, I really liked the message in the New Testament about love, foregiveness, compassion, and mercy. Then, the reality of the world smacks me in the face. Greed, which I participated in embarrassingly, corruption, and every form of debilitating behavior.
What is the purpose? I'm a pragmatic man, a trained master's degree engineer. I did math on the situation of the human condition. I spent hours on it, and came up with 2 + 2 = 5.3756.
Frustrated beyond all belief, I gave up.
Several years ago, my father died. A good, decent man who did what he could. He died very unexpectingly. One night, I finished doing work in the yard in evening. We have a pond in the backyard and I sat down on a large rock. I sat there pondering the entire existence of me, him, everyone actually. I had no idea how long I was there. I realized it was dark outside and came in the house.
The kids in there teenage years gave me a kiss and a hug goodnight. Very usual for teenagers to do. I looked over to my wife and she said, " Dinner is done, the trash is out, everything is cleaned up. You needed to do what you were doing. Grab a shower and clean up. I have a plate for you in oven. Everything will be OK. I love you."
Humanity is such a strange thing. We have the ability to do some of the most altruistic things and the next minute some of the most vile. Maybe I'm not supposed to know. Maybe it just does not add up. Contemplating,thinking, theorizing will never give you a complete answer. Maybe the answer is simply, we are here because we are here.
What is the purpose? I'm a pragmatic man, a trained master's degree engineer. I did math on the situation of the human condition. I spent hours on it, and came up with 2 + 2 = 5.3756.
Frustrated beyond all belief, I gave up.
Several years ago, my father died. A good, decent man who did what he could. He died very unexpectingly. One night, I finished doing work in the yard in evening. We have a pond in the backyard and I sat down on a large rock. I sat there pondering the entire existence of me, him, everyone actually. I had no idea how long I was there. I realized it was dark outside and came in the house.
The kids in there teenage years gave me a kiss and a hug goodnight. Very usual for teenagers to do. I looked over to my wife and she said, " Dinner is done, the trash is out, everything is cleaned up. You needed to do what you were doing. Grab a shower and clean up. I have a plate for you in oven. Everything will be OK. I love you."
Humanity is such a strange thing. We have the ability to do some of the most altruistic things and the next minute some of the most vile. Maybe I'm not supposed to know. Maybe it just does not add up. Contemplating,thinking, theorizing will never give you a complete answer. Maybe the answer is simply, we are here because we are here.