Thoughts

There is a man in the street. He walks his dog, unaware of the eyes observing him. The ladybug's short flight ends on a windowsill. A man sits and wonders why life consists of sitting and wondering. The great storm came. Its violence shakes the foundations of his thought and a rude awakening occurs. There moves a creature, unaware of its movements, unaware of its destination, unconcerned with its destiny. Fate has it so the creature can walk, but there is nowhere to walk. There is no truth, there is no future, there is only continuity. A season of death approaches, and all are prepared with flowers. A return to the beginning, when I did not exist. A return to the windowsill, where nothing was achieved. A return to the streets, where nothing was seen. A hopeless motion is repeated, and the creature is found on its back. A push to an awakening follows. Out it flies, to follow the creature on the streets, to an unknown destination, to an unknown future. The storm passes and there is a return to the deathlike silence. No man can say what death is, yet each man has his future embedded in its existence. Each man has come from non-existence, and to it each shall return. But why is there a fear of death, if each life was plucked from it? Why can not man again experience a rebirth from one state to another? Is there another universe in the state which we can only recognize as non-existence? Once I was there, but there is no memory. I am now here, but there is no reality. There is no experience which can not be classified, and there is no classification for reality. There is only the storm, and the short-lived hope it brings. Time is the great variable. It is the essence of life. It is the road upon which each of us travels. Another dimension, unclassifiable, indescribable. If there is a spirit of man which flows from one state of existence to another, if it is eternal, then time is a mere means of measuring its position. The answers to man's questions lie in the concept of time, of the continuity of man. Each man lives but a short time, but man as a whole spans a greater length of time. Look for your answers here. Tom Bell, 1968