Ripples into the Universe
From CS
Kathmandu, Nepal
The men sit in silence (watching the fire of cremation). This is the first place I have ever noticed where the swinging doors of conversation on politics, business and sport are solemnly shut. Instead the men stick their fingers into the warmer crevices of their bodies and, without word or commentary, watch the silent captions that scroll in their minds underlining the scene.
Without discrimination it burns all our accomplished and failed dreams, all our material gains and losses, all our relations of love and hate, all our deeds of both good and evil intention, and all else that ever once, positively or negatively affected our formations of earthly ego.
From MJS
To CS
Maybe if death were more real to us than the fake ones we see on TV, people would live more sensitively in the United States.
I don’t think death is the end of anyone really. I do believe every life causes ripples from what it did or did not do, that go out forever, into the Universe, into the people left behind right here and now, having some effect, however minute. If we have NO such responsibility for effects, then there is no call for service, self-discipline, community effort, nothing but hedonism. Personally, I don’t think “God” created “hell” but we do it ourselves, because we will watch the effects of our living, and have to do over in some way until we get it right. We spirits are on some path of increasingly complex existence. Like seeds, pushing to the light through the dirt, not seeing where we are going, but going, through metamorphoses both painful and pleasurable. Going we are. I believe that ultimately the Universe is beneficent, though it doesn't always seem so from our limited perspective.
The gift of life is the gift of all possibility. Death is only apparent dissolution.
The men you observed silently watching the cremation know they are going too. We all know this. That is what faith is.
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Kathmandu, Nepal
The men sit in silence (watching the fire of cremation). This is the first place I have ever noticed where the swinging doors of conversation on politics, business and sport are solemnly shut. Instead the men stick their fingers into the warmer crevices of their bodies and, without word or commentary, watch the silent captions that scroll in their minds underlining the scene.
Without discrimination it burns all our accomplished and failed dreams, all our material gains and losses, all our relations of love and hate, all our deeds of both good and evil intention, and all else that ever once, positively or negatively affected our formations of earthly ego.
From MJS
To CS
Maybe if death were more real to us than the fake ones we see on TV, people would live more sensitively in the United States.
I don’t think death is the end of anyone really. I do believe every life causes ripples from what it did or did not do, that go out forever, into the Universe, into the people left behind right here and now, having some effect, however minute. If we have NO such responsibility for effects, then there is no call for service, self-discipline, community effort, nothing but hedonism. Personally, I don’t think “God” created “hell” but we do it ourselves, because we will watch the effects of our living, and have to do over in some way until we get it right. We spirits are on some path of increasingly complex existence. Like seeds, pushing to the light through the dirt, not seeing where we are going, but going, through metamorphoses both painful and pleasurable. Going we are. I believe that ultimately the Universe is beneficent, though it doesn't always seem so from our limited perspective.
The gift of life is the gift of all possibility. Death is only apparent dissolution.
The men you observed silently watching the cremation know they are going too. We all know this. That is what faith is.
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Comments & Questions? Email: womenbefriends@yahoo.com
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