Mr. Ex Nihilo
I thinks Yeats summed it up for me.
AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltarten's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
No law, nor duty bade me fight,
No public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
W.B. Yeats
You may talk about obtuse but this will likely not make to the light of day inside your mind. We the humanity of the planet earth all live our little lives and search for answers and wonder why. We cling to hope, pick our fights and side with those whom we ,in our shallowness, think to hold answers to our nagging doubt.
We seldom stretch far enough to see that god is not an answer but just a question. We are still alone and mortal despite our need to be connected.And therein lies our folly, since we miss the fact that
we are alone and mortal is also what unites us.
And that union my friends is God.
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