Of course there is, or at least there ought to be. But of late, I have allowed the world around me to consume my spirit! Pestilence. War. Stupidity. Authoritarianism. Religion gone rampant! I have had no time for spirituality. And while I feel I should apologize, I just don’t have it in me. No matter what our spiritual beliefs are, we live in this world right now, and the world has gone stark raving mad. This I do apologize for, even though it is out of my control.
What is in my control is me. And I have neglected that most important part of me, probably to my own spiritual loss. So what can I do about it? What can anyone truly do about their spirits, providing they even believe they have one. I believe, not like a Chistian believes there is a God, or a Buddhist believes Nirvana is possible, or a scientist believes the sun will rise tomorrow–for a few billion more years. Then kaboom! Nova or supernova. The sun will still be there, of course, but the earth won’t be. (The rising sun is just an optical delusion.) The earth will just be fuel for the fire in the sun.
And I guess that is what I need, what we all need, is fuel for the fire within us. We have been ground down by populism. We have been ground down by Covid. We, especially those of us in North America, living on Turtle Island, have been ground down by gun violence, by racism, by bigotry. And everyone in the world is being ground down by climate calamities, no matter what they believe the cause to be. Mother Nature is one angry mother!
But, we are still here! You are still here. I am still here. There is more disaster to come, more stupidity to overcome, more pestilence to combat, and more war to defeat. And death looms everywhere. We, all of us, each and every one of us, is going to die. But that is not a bad thing.
Death holds no fear for me. Despite my belief, I know that death will bring relief. All those questions that have beguiled us all through our lives, all based on one thing and one thing alone: Is there a purpose to life? And it will not matter what we spent our lives believing. All our religions or lack thereof, all our philosophies, all our hopes, all our dreams, all our useless fears. Death will answer all of those questions, whether we are there to receive those answers or not. The last book of the New Testament is called Revelations, except, it reveals nothing. If you need to worship, why not worship Death. Not as in a death cult, or in actively seeking to die, but as The Great Revealer.
There are only two possibilities that can be revealed. Our deaths will open a door to a new plane of existemce, or it will close that door permanently. If the door closes permanently, we will be none the wiser, and nothing will matter. If the door opens on a new plane of existence, we will see how useless all our wondering was. It will be what it will be!
Reading a religious book every day, praying to a super being that may be there but probably is not, debating whether life begins at conception or at birth, none of this matters! What is is. What isn’t isn’t. And none of us knows. And all of us will know, or not!
I have said this elsewhere, but it bears repeating. I choose to live my life as if it matters. Not to please some imaginary god, even if one actually exists. Not to please the authorities in my life here on earth, because the only author of my life is me (and you for you)! If you authorize yourself to believe in something, good for you. If you authorize yourself to believe in nothing, good for you too! It is your choice, and your choice alone. The thing is, whatever your choice, it is yours. No one else can choose for you. So, remember, you cannot choose for anyone else either.
Live happy! Die happier!