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“Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind.”
Ecclesiastes 12:13
Thought is the wind, knowledge is the sail, and mankind is the vessel…. Augustus Hare. I’m gonna ponder this one a bit more, I do believe…. in the meantime, I hope you ponder it too….at the beach this weekend, I caught some shots of a couple of sailboats on the Chesapeake….maybe kind of a visualization of the above, to get us started on our pondering…..lol ;-)Bon Mardi, mes amis!
“Paralysis”
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“An Accolade To My Existence And To The Rest Of Humanity.”
Blog by: Gevex Gendric T. Dispo
Inspired from my previous blog:
“A Tribute to this child who (Died) has Cancer.”
With the Acknowledgment of Philosophical and Biology Lectures From:
Dr. Joseph Jovellanos Ph.D
Prof. Michael Zacarias
Dr. Richard Dawkins (Biologists)
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Is it just the mere existence of life, that bothers me? or the pursuit of having to find the meaning out of it? Such questions were evident as I frequently ask more and more questions out of it.
All I knew so far is that I’m more Ignorant than I ever was. And if in my state, I am. Then how much more for the others out there who are lacking in knowledge to even realize the basics of what I’m having trouble with. Will they be contented on just living a “normal” life the way it is?
Such reason of being contented on life life the way it is, resonates deeper ignorance which implicates a tremendous insult to the mind. But knowing my place, it is not my job to laugh at, and dismiss at something as meaningless, to something which seeks meaning. No! for I have nothing to hide but to show the nakedness of my mind to the very ideals of my existence. But the persistence of having to move onwards on a common goal instead of living a life centered on oneself, centered on the ambition of one’s self. Is greater than actually playing the gutter game of who’s life had turned out to be better.
There is a saying: “I SEE HUMANS BUT NO HUMANITY.”
I do not entirely agree with that. But on a collective purpose, it varies from time to time. Again, I do not want to play this gutter game of lashing out rhetorics, but at the very least positive thing, as a continuity of my casuistry, I will make a blog out of acknowledgement. A chef d’evour of my persistent passion of making a difference, bridging the gaps and bring us all a little bit closer together.
We (mankind) the privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred.
We Are Going To Die, and that makes us the lucky ones.
Most people aren’t going to die because they’ll never going to be born.
The potential people who could’ve been here in my place, but who will in fact never see the light of day, outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.
Certainly, those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats,
Scientists greater than Newton.
We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA, so massively outnumbers the set of actual people.
In the teeth of these stupefying odds, it is You and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.
We live in a planet that is all but perfect for our kind of life. Not too warm and not too cold, basking in kindly sunshine, softly watered; a gently spinning, green and gold festival of a planet.
Yes and Alas, there are deserts and slums, there is starvation and racking misery to be found. But take a look at the competition.
Compared with most planets this is paradise, and parts of Earth are still paradise by any standards.
What are the odds that a planet picked at random will have these complaisant properties? Even the most optimistic calculation will put it at less than one in a million.
Imagine a spaceship full of sleeping explorers, deep - frozen would be colonists of some distant world. Perhaps the ship is on a forlorn mission to save the species before an unstoppable comet like the one that killed the dinosaurs, hits the home planet.
The voyagers go into the deep freeze soberly reckoning the odds against their spaceship ever chancing upon a planet friendly to life.
If one in a million planet is suitable at best, and it takes centuries to travel from each star to the next, the spaceship is pathetically unlikely to find a tolerable, let alone safe haven, for its sleeping cargo.
But imagine that the ship’s robot pilot turns out to be unthinkably lucky. After millions of years, the ship’s robot pilot does find a planet capable of sustaining life. A planet of equable temperature, bathed in warm star shine, refreshed by oxygen and water.
The passengers, RIP VAN WINKLES, wake up stumbling into the light. After a million years of sleep, here is a whole new fertile globe. A lush planet of warm pastures, sparkling streams and waterfalls, a world bountiful with creatures, darting through alien green felicity.
Our travellers walk entranced, stupefied, unable to believe their unaccostomed senses or their luck. The story asks for too much luck; it would never happen.
And yet, isn't it what has happened to each one of us? WE HAVE WOKEN after hundred of millions asleep, defying astronomical odds. Admittedly, we didn't arrived by spaceships, we arrived by being born. And we didn't burst conscious into the world but accumulated awareness gradually through babyhood.
The fact that we gradually apprehend our world, rather than suddenly discovering it, should not substract from its wonder. It is no accident that our kind of life finds itself on a planet whose temperature, rainfall, and everything else are exactly right.
If the planet were suitable for another kind of life, it is that other kind of life that would have evolved here. But we as individuals, are still hugely blessed, privileged, and not just privileged to enjoy out planet. More, we're granted the opportunity to understand why our eyes are open, and why they see what they do.
In the short time, before they close,
Forever.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
-Rebecca West