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Excersus LX: Unable To Be Taken to the River, Leave Where Found
Or at least one hopes. I see it all around - people ready to let go of the idea that helped them through the idea that the universe is far more regular than the whims of the gods would seem to allow for - but I have nestled into what is supposedly a relatively unique corner of the world. Or perhaps I haven't - perhaps we're all finally ready for that tremendously frightening step where all we have is each other, and that's okay. Where our lives are finite, and our influence beyond them, even for the greatest among us, is limited, and that's okay too. Are we finally ready to be happy and satisfied As We Are, without needing to cut any deals with omnipotent wish fairies to make everything, as it stands, dealable? Can we honestly say to each other, "You're going to die. I'm going to die. This moment will come to be erased as it never happened, and that makes it better, rather than worse." Because I think that that is the point our spiritual life, if you want to call it that, will truly take off. When we'll be able to appreciate the multiplicity of the ancient world view as something to be positively lived, rather than something long gone and entirely separate. We'll "get" them in a way that we haven't been able to for two thousand years, and they are people worth getting. I'm fine trading a dream of immortality for a moment of connection with the minds that dreamed up a world populated by Humans Writ Large.
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