Birth
to death, we're all stumbling forward, crawling, trying to walk upright.
Briefly, someone stands and walks without falling, “Look at me! I
know the way!” and then they're lost. We wonder why, how, what is it,
what does it mean? Gods are blamed or credited to fill in for our lack of
understanding. The sun is a ball of hot plasma, not the god we
thought it to be. We were foolish then, but now, we have faith in
gods word. Pick one of the one of the 5,000 gods to which we attribute the
mysteries.
That will change, everything does.
“God is a metaphor for that which
transcends all intellectual thought”.
For now, we stumble, make up
answers and Gods. We follow those who appear to stumble less, until
they do.
Dogs
get it. Be happy now with the sunshine on an upturned belly, thankful
for the food in the bowl. No concern for origin or outcome. Right now
is all there is.
Chase the ball joyously, tomorrow never comes.
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