Life
Life. Such a great and hazy word. The border between the living and the non-living is so wispy. Even so, we know for sure that we humans are alive.
A life. Your life, my life ; our lives.
A human life isn't like an animal's life at all. It is different, but not in the way an ant's life differs from a snake's life. It is fundamentaly different. Because humans have such a nature!
Look at the 'society' of ants. Look at the human society.
The world of ants is the same today as it was three centuries ago.
The world of men, three centuries ago, was really different from nowadays. Basically, it isn't human nature which has changed, but the ideas, the ways of life...
Humanity has a History. Progress, (or regression) => evolution. Development.
Humanity is always on the move. Like a thousand arms waving in the air of time.
I always expect to see question-marks in everybody's eyes. They ask they seek. They need meanings. They need structures, backbones. They wonder, they ponder.
Humanity is an ever-changing dough.
And their lives mirror this. Our lives mirror this.
We fill it, twine it around purposes, seek happiness or contentment ; we try to make something out of it. Damn, we are alive! Isn't this wonder enough? (without even making mention of the fact that the world exists and we with it).
We are alive. And I understand why composers made wonderful odes to the Creator, why men sang in choirs : "thanks you", why....why why...
It isn't always easy. No. Pain, loss, fear, anguish...Yes. Everything isn't pink and wonder but so stupid and absurd. No need to smile crazily because a pigeon or a man exists. No need to rave about life and such. Ah, yes I know.
Still : it is so sad to hear people (the young ones, oh youth of French who're setting cars on fire and shooting policemen) saying : "well, we have nothing to do. We don't have a job. We do nothing." Like those who say for hours : "i'm bored. I'm bored. Nothing to do."
Nothing to do? But you're alive! To do nothing, is like being in the void. Void, death? Makers of nothing.
A life. Your life, my life ; our lives.
A human life isn't like an animal's life at all. It is different, but not in the way an ant's life differs from a snake's life. It is fundamentaly different. Because humans have such a nature!
Look at the 'society' of ants. Look at the human society.
The world of ants is the same today as it was three centuries ago.
The world of men, three centuries ago, was really different from nowadays. Basically, it isn't human nature which has changed, but the ideas, the ways of life...
Humanity has a History. Progress, (or regression) => evolution. Development.
Humanity is always on the move. Like a thousand arms waving in the air of time.
I always expect to see question-marks in everybody's eyes. They ask they seek. They need meanings. They need structures, backbones. They wonder, they ponder.
Humanity is an ever-changing dough.
And their lives mirror this. Our lives mirror this.
We fill it, twine it around purposes, seek happiness or contentment ; we try to make something out of it. Damn, we are alive! Isn't this wonder enough? (without even making mention of the fact that the world exists and we with it).
We are alive. And I understand why composers made wonderful odes to the Creator, why men sang in choirs : "thanks you", why....why why...
It isn't always easy. No. Pain, loss, fear, anguish...Yes. Everything isn't pink and wonder but so stupid and absurd. No need to smile crazily because a pigeon or a man exists. No need to rave about life and such. Ah, yes I know.
Still : it is so sad to hear people (the young ones, oh youth of French who're setting cars on fire and shooting policemen) saying : "well, we have nothing to do. We don't have a job. We do nothing." Like those who say for hours : "i'm bored. I'm bored. Nothing to do."
Nothing to do? But you're alive! To do nothing, is like being in the void. Void, death? Makers of nothing.
posted by transparency @ 8:49 e.h.
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