A View of Life on Earth

We begin as little-limbed and wide-eyed beings, lead in speech by the growls of our stomach, left on our backs to claw and kick the air. And we grow and laugh, and learn and remember. And we act anew, though sometimes still of old until the lessons are hammered into our thoughts.

Soon our strides are accompanied by puffed chests, and our fellow inhabitants become friends, or foes, some grow to be both but most none. And we work, and run, and climb the rungs of societal-value, and we observe in stillness, calculating our next move. And it is this perpetual state of calculation which inhabits our minds, and becomes the dictator of our actions. We must achieve and succeed, and grasp and hold tight to all that we acquire, and we must beat the other down until our state is lofty and a-high while theirs anything but above. And while people are at our feet, we are happy, matter of fact we are ecstatic to throw down a helping hand and lift them a little, but only a litte, for should they stand shoulder to shoulder then once again grows a discreet desire to pummel.

And so we move, plodding ahead with a spear gripped in our hand, and in the growing of time, with the blossoming of life and responsibilities, we may grow a little in heart, expand in our generosity, learn to be a little less selfish. We grow a concern for others. We accept a need to give, observing that we do in fact have enough for today, and maybe for tomorrow. And the heart may find a little respite, no longer shrouded by the cloak of pride. But soon another mountain comes upon us. God where art thou?

And we climb in our search for God, hoping to reach the mountain's head and gaze between the stars, seeking to catch a glimpse, a mere true word on the reality of being. What is this all about? Who's hands have put me here. Some may find it, others not. But the heart sits restless until the body is laid to rot.

Of course we were told by the old sages the errors of our ways. But no matter the truth which they mutter between crooked teeth, we fail to let their words marinate our thoughts, to grow hard in our minds. No, we abandon their wisdom, and stamp upon them marks of ignorance. And step along our way into the rose scented wilderness, unaware of the many footprints buried beneath the dirt. It is the human's nature to learn of his own accord, through experience and intimate sufferings of pain.

Towards the end of our time we find ourselves regretting what had not been. Why did I love only a little when I could loved more, soo much more? Why did I joy a little when I could joyed more, soo much more? Why did I not ask, but instead sat in silence? Why did I not see the bounties around me? Pain I say. There was an ocean of pain to blind one entirely, to push one to forgo love, and joy, and hope. Soo much pain that my limbs grew weak, and my heart shrivelled into a deaf, blind, hopeless raisin. But always through our struggles, and the grey, dreary living, we uttered, we spoke, we reached, and raised our palms high to the heavens. God we know you can hear us. We know, beyond the bars of intellectual pride, you await us. And we remember your promise. And my God, the most high, forever we hope.