I wonder why I am writing all this….and who reads it….and who ignores it….and all the other questions I have which I someday hope,
after going through that final door, will be answered in a seminar.
But until then…
Right now I am wondering about our discoveries in the heavens. Is there someone somewhere there who looks into the wishing well of stars each night and hopes to find answers or , at least, creatures with the same questions.
The sad truth is I will probably never know…and end up much as the
fireflies in summer with a twinkling light that just goes out among other lights.
Do I sound depressed? Most likely yes, because days are shorter and even in the days the light is more diffused. It’s hard to be optimistic or even alert when one’s vision of Time and Space seem
always enigmatic. The more I learn about the universe, the less I know I matter. It is a fatal human flaw that we wish to matter.