The image of me or anyone running from death is an interesting one. It speaks to our delusion that Death was ever chasing us. Let me ask, does the Ocean chase the rain? No, of course not, why would it. No matter what, the water always returns to the source. So, in the same way, why do we run, hide, try to escape going back to the source?
Do you think there are famous rain drops or ice cubes? One’s that brag about their time around bigger bodies of water? As if the ice cube goes to its ice cube buddies and says ” I met an iceberg, and not just any iceberg, the iceberg that sank the Titanic!” The other ice cubes would say nothing in response, because, well they are ice cubes and don’t talk or have thoughts, as far as I know. But put that same frozen bundle of water molecules in a human and Bam! A Starstruck water molecule.
So then, Why? Why, do we transform meaningless into meaning? Why do we play the image of us daring to evade death as though it pursues us? Why do we believe ourselves to be so important?
Here is Why!
Because We Have To!
Why must we invent purpose? Because we don’t know when the next time the ocean will let us be an ice cube. How can we know? We don’t remember being the ocean, we only remember being this. And although this form is a bit hazy, it is still what is “right now.” And, if we live in an infinite timescape where eternity is possible, then this must be part of eternity, right? I mean eternity is forever. Some will say, “no eternity is forever in that direction, the direction in front of us.” But, that doesn’t hold up, because that would still put us smack dab on the eternal timeline. “But”, they say, ” we will be in a different form.”
Ooooohhh, Like water vapor then? “Yes, well… no… kinda. What’s your point?”
My Point!
My point is The Conversation. Eternal beings, in an eternal Universe, looking for beginnings and endings to break up all this eternity.
And my point is the conversation because the conversation is Life.
If I was born here, became conscious and said, “Hey this is all pretend, I’m actually eternity, I am all the Universe, I am the Ocean pretending to be a drop of water, the games over and I go back to infinity.
I have to allow myself to get lost in the play of characters, and fear and death and life, so that I forget for a moment that I am not going anywhere. That none of this is real and that I am alone. As the Ocean is by itself so it waves. Even a single drop of rain falls apart and becomes vapor to experience not being alone. The Universe tears itself not in two but into Infiniti and dresses up all the pieces so it is not alone. It wants the conversation because without it there is nothing and so we run from death.
Seeking Purpose Today 