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| Is there justice between earth and the heavens or, Is life the stream of existence taking its course |
I am thinking about broken up families
after a car, or airliner crash, or a whole Flemish town morning the
annihilated lives of their children in the bus that crashed in the
Swiss tunnel this last week - had there been a G-d, at birth he would
have given each a switch like that one he gave the possibilities to
man at inventing. He is not out of means... but it is man who talks
about creation – and not a G-d.
I can only see live so much more
pleasant, than to lie in a bed with a terminal illness that is at the
same time a strain, to loose everything on the surviving families,
and a burden... wait! there is also a lot of truth in the need of
guinea pigs – Imagine Hiroshima without a scientist checking out
what survived – countries would be sending atom bombs raining the
moment an opposition come to rise.
My spirit was given a body at birth,
and only at moments of need would I us a switch to kill the flame of
life and leave my body behind for the existential joy of my spirit.
Yet persistent, my spirit wants to live on in a body that time is
consuming – from birth my spirit is growing younger, acquiring
knowledge for another life, yet with a twist as opposed to a body
which takes his time, strips us off dignity and inhuman to break the
soul with our pride.
I have children and caused for concern
– I´ve had my life and since can easily dissolve – until I
realized I had a responsibility toward my children to live until I
become a nuisance to their lives – Yet, since they were born, I
have been concerned about their fragility until I deduced that life
in itself gives us a kit of survival and that made it easier on me to
face the future.
I see men who safe a life from amongst
others, and wonder why they are happy, and screaming with joy,
without consideration that that same person might not want to live in
the prison of its loneliness like an orphan and bearing the scares of
a cruel life. I can´t deny to wish for that G-dless switch knowing
that did anything happened to my children, I wish to take the same
path and die together with them – switching off from an existence
not worth living – which I can imagine I would use, rather than
purge a life in the cage of a prison, or in dead row, like these men
and women tortured in death camps, through the ages, praying for the
G-dly switch that never came and so more unmeasurable weak at will
against the spirit of life giving hope without exit door and nurtured
until time kills both the terminal ill and the devotee through the
full cycle of dissolving the body from its spirit.
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