now and forever
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Life is a journey of creation, discovery and continuance. The journey is filled with similarities and differences. Though we experience goals, there is not final utopia. We change with our environments.TRANSCRIPT
Creation
It was night forever. It seemed to never end. And it was completely dark too. And cold. Very cold. I remember that.
There was lots of time to think about things.
But there was little to contemplate. Infinity. Eternity. Coldness.
And then infinite eternal cold.
Suddenly and
magically, it finally
was dawn.
The light was upon
us and gave us
energy.
The light fed us and
kept us warm.
It brought us to life.
Things always seem
smaller when you go
back.
I was smaller then
too, I guess.
The world seemed
bigger to me then.
And yet, I now know
that it has grown.
The world has
grown faster and
bigger than me,
faster and bigger
than I can know.
Life was simpler then. It was easier to get around.
Everything you needed was right there. And if you couldn’t find it, it wouldn’t be a big deal to make it.
I could create what I needed. I did.
You could find your
way because the
path was well
beaten.
It was the same
path you had always
taken.
The same path your
parents had used.
I remember my father told of his father taking that same path.
I’ll bet even grandfather told of his father on that path.
That is why I remember where to go.
At one end of the
path was sleep, at
the other end, food.
Another path was to
water, and yet
another led to a
great view of the
valley.
But there are other
paths.
Maybe they are less
travelled, but they
go somewhere.
Others travel them
to different places at
different times.
As I walk the path trees
appear before me and
recede behind me.
Groves appear and
disappear.
Yet forests are never
seen in whole, only in
part.
We assume they go
beyond our view ahead
and behind.
What we learn
ahead changes
everything we knew
about the path
already travelled.
What is yet unknown
will alter what we
know forever.
It takes time.
I learn from seeing
more of the same
path with turns, rises
and falls.
Always the same,
and always different.
We live at the edge
of the forest, where
the trees shrink to
shrubs and then to
grass
And where the river
comes to sit at the
edge of the lake.
The edges are rich
and interesting.
That is what makes
us rich and
interesting.
There were others,
but not equal to us.
So we were told by
one who came
before.
We were given this
special place and
special ability to live
in this place.
There is none equal.
It has always been
this way.
It will always be this
way.
We are at the centre
of a beautiful place
where we belong.
We are strong in our
place.
We continue.
But not alone.
This is the way it was
told to me when we
arrived a very long
time ago.
Nothing has changed.
But things are
different.
We know more.
We are a part of the
whole
We continue with
our place
We have many a
role to play
There are paths to
walk, places to go
and things to do.
The more we learn,
the more the world
changes.
That is the universal
law.
We are creatures of
routine differences.
Now we consume.
We sleep. We rise
and eat again.
Now we make our
bed.
We have light and
dark.
That is what they
said when we
arrived not long ago.
That is what I am
telling you.
That is what it was like when I
lived. So I am told. By one who
was. And he is now gone, and
then returned. If I remember right.
This is our bed and our breakfast