I toy with the notion that in the end all will be revealed. The more I think about that fanciful idea, the more I am leaning towards...mmm, maybe I don't wanna know, you know?
I tend to think that most humans, and maybe my dog Rico, find comfort in the hope that the time we spend "here" is a preparatory venue for the big show. You know, visions of puffy clouds, and pearly gates and the biggest family reunion ever!
Another theory is that the time spent "here" is an ongoing, grueling SAT exam. You don't pass the test, you don't get in.
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Of course, of course, as I write this, I believe I have just hit the "ah ha" jackpot. Ding! Ding! That dusty old parchment journal is the one I keep. I am my own harsh judge. My judgement day is everyday.
Lately I have been experimenting with the idea that it might, in fact, be more of a relief to know that when the pin ball no longer bounces, and the lights no longer flash, the final jackpot might, indeed, just be the peace of nothingness.
Although, that idea of the biggest family re-union ever...well, that would be worth a least a million jackpot points, for sure.
Maybe it's because I have had that exposure to organized religion, more than I ever wanted, needed or hung onto, that I do profoundly believe in the "peace of nothingness..." Frequently I worry about expressing this perspective, for fear of offending others. I think each of us has to figure out what works, and go with it. Thanks for broaching the subject, Lynda!
ReplyDeleteI think about a lot of things but not so much this. In this moment, I am inclined to say I just don't care. I just want to find a place where I feel okay. That's all.
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