Now that we're here, what
  are we supposed to do ?



Of all the places in the universe, how did I end up being born on an obscure planet like this, naked and without anything to protect me?    It's a question I usually ask myself after looking up at the stars on a warm summer night.  Stone Age guys probably wondered the same thing when they relaxed in their rock gardens and looked up at the night sky.

We're all riding around on this big ball which is circling a nearby star. And, apparently it’s a MINOR ball, near a MINOR star on the edge of a MINOR galaxy!

It gets pretty complicated after that.  The galaxies are separating from each other at an ever increasing speed.  A minute ago one of them was 2-million miles closer to us than it is now ... a year ago it was a billion miles closer.  Eventually we won't be able to see it  because we'll be separating from each other faster than the speed-of-light.  Separation speed then becomes a "sight barrier" keeping us from looking any farther into space.  Could all of this "stuff" out there be created just for our telescopic amusement?


Who lit the fuse 

for the BIG-BANG?

But, what if we COULD see to the end of the universe, what do you think would be there?   Maybe a wall of some kind?  How thick would the wall be and then what would be behind it?   
Infinity doesn’t compute well in a human brain.  Neither does eternity.

Here I am stuck in a temporary body on a seemingly insignificant planet.  Right now I'm here, but at one time I wasn't; and, before long I won't be again. So is my life, or anybody else’s who has ever lived on the planet, meaningful in the grand scheme of things?  

The death of Heath Ledger has had a particular impact on me for some reason.  I don't know why.  I didn't know him and he was younger than either of my own kids.  It may be because I feel a little guilty about it.  The first time I saw one of his films (an Australian flick) he was 19 years old.  And, after watching his career grow and mature over the years, I also saw his personal life start to fall apart.   There was probably nothing I could have done to prevent his death, but ... I think I saw it coming, and wish I would have TRIED in some way.    


Will his short 28 years of biological time walking around on the planet mean anything  a hundred years from now?  A thousand?  Eternity?   What about you and me?   Life is fragile and whether we're 28 or 98-years old we’re ALL headed for the same thing ... a screeching HALT. Facing the end can be scary because it's something we have to do ALONE.  It’s like walking through a forest on a dark night with no one to reassure us everything’s O.K.      


Is there any real reason for us to be here?

We know there is more to a human being than the chemical sum of his parts.  It can be observed in the art & music he creates and through his humor & shared thoughts.   It's like the wind ...  we see it indirectly when the leaves on a tree begin to move. 

His body is chemically the same in the moment he dies as it was the moment before ...  but something weightless and intangible suddenly leaves. 

I don't know whether to tell you this or not, but I had an experience recently that messed with my mind.  You ready?  I think someone who died spoke to me.  Hang in there with me now.  I'm not sure I understand it myself.  It wasn't a dream and I wasn't hallucinating or DRUNK.  But, unfortunately, there's no one to corroborate this because I was ALONE at the time.  It was an audible vibration in my ears the way we hear anyone's voice.  A microphone could probably have detected it.

He said only one word, "Thanks", in response to something I had done for him.  I recognized his voice right away and without thinking I smiled and said, “You’re welcome”.  It wasn’t until a minute or so later that I realized what had just happened. 


Now that some time has passed, the whole thing seems illogical.  But, it was real.  Maybe it was some small confirmation that the intangible part of us lives on.    Either that or ...  I could be loosing my mind. 


Maybe "what we are supposed to do" is just HELP each other make it through these short pieces of eternity.

LINKS to other pages ...


Sailing Endeavour


Being Dad

Being an Actor

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