Words cannot grasp or explain anything.
Can you explain the feeling of holding a newborn child?
Can a child imagine the thoughts of a dying man?
In my mind, the reality of a seven-year-old is the best of all. They drift between fantasies, daydreams, and what we like to call consciousness with the freedom of a mountain stream.
Remember the time when the hippies and the Yippies surrounded the Pentagon and chanted, “Out Demons, Out”? Did anyone REALLY expect that massive building to levitate?
While Norman Mailer scribbled his notes about himself and Allen Ginsberg chanted his nonsense about himself, I sometimes wonder if the Universal Consciousness laughed out loud.
If it did, did it make a sound?
Certainly, mankind’s ability to express itself in words marked some sort of landmark in history. Even more, when the written word was devised and when mathematics was first imagined, humans took a giant step in some linear and unpredictable direction.
But what is it all worth?
Today the planet has 7.8 billion human bodies balanced on its surface. Is there enough clean water to drink? Is there enough food to feed them all?
Rapacious egotists scheme and exercise and take supplements and medicines to extend their pointless lives.
Ecclesiastes 1:14 sums up life as well as anything:
“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” – Solomon
2 Corinthians 4:18 gives good advice:
“… we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
Take time to stop thinking and feel the life coursing through you. Enjoy the sunrise and the sunset. Play with a dog. Eat a peach.