Whooshing

Religion in whatever form it takes fulfills two purposes, the desire for meaning and the desire for kinship, membership or strength in numbers.   We have two mighty problems that we face, if not daily, regularly, upon reflection.  One, at some point we will cease to exist, along with our consciousness and thoughts and two, without external participation, there doesn’t seem to be a fundamental reason for our individual existence.  It is a huge challenge to jump off each day and realize the incredibility of our lives, without a crutch that would lend meaning to actions and being.  It is also an incredible realization to face the howling wind of death (Satre’s words, I believe, not mine) and bow your head and live that day understanding your time is limited, even more so than it was yesterday.  

Accepting those two facts, though overwhelming and potentially depressing, is exhilarating.