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paradiselost333
Ahhh the meaning of life.
It is the most daft question any human being ever asked but that is depending on how and why you frame it and in what context.
Does a grain of sand think it is worth anything, yet it is part of a mountain yet to be formed or that once stood like a pillar of heaven it's head
crowned in the clouds, over time the grain of sand may decide that there is little difference between itself and a droplet of water, it rises and
falls like waves on a sea, sometimes it is one with a larger body just as water is with the ocean and other times like a lonely rain drop it is
alone.
Life has it's meaning, some questions may be too complex or simple for us to grasp and understand.
Are we the universe looking at itself or outside observers witnessing it's existence or both, are we meant to make it good, to make the darkness into
light or are we meant to just allow it to die, to let the flower of creation vanish into nothingness and darkness.
Are we meant to fight against death, to fight to live and is so even if like a fish in a too fast river we are doomed to fail at least we did our
best.
For me the meaning of life is to do no harm, to try to be a good person, to try not to judge others for I am not perfect yet at these things I
sometimes find myself failing as we all do.
Asking the question of the meaning of life, why am I here, was my life even worth it is also a door into depression, close it and instead ask not why
or what am I here for but what can I do to make tomorrow better.
Some people have found there own answer, they often help others such as elderly in there community's or the poor and that gives them a sense of
purpose and meaning, others to simply be a parent, a son or daughter, a brother or sister the purpose is not your true sole one and it may change over
time but it is still the meaning of your life for right now if not for eternity.
Perhaps life does not need a meaning, if you believe in the good book however it is spelled out in genesis, to husband the earth, to tend it, to live
in it and witness it, the meaning of life is to live, so live good, life well as you can and live positive.
Carbon is not the beast, that is a long story and carbon is an essential for life on this world, we are soul however and soul is eternal or rather
the thing that lives in the soul as the soul lives in the body, call it spirit perhaps is eternal.
But you are given free will if you are a Christian, to those who thirst I will give of the waters of life freely, not force them to drink.
Many will choose to sleep eventually, except the first and the last for he is after all others and before them, maybe God will wake them some day and
it is not death but sleep they go to and why would they want to sleep except that perhaps there is such a thing as too much happiness, but beyond that
only God knows so the meaning of your life is to achieve freedom, only there can you choose to live happy and well or to sleep for a very long time or
even forever, that is a gift not given to the evil ones for they will be damned to live and suffer for ever and know no happiness, no fulfilment, no
peace in there eternal prison - but with God there is mercy and perhaps that was what our own creation began as, the difference is we do not know but
they shall know there crimes.
But ultimately only God knows, we live for him (I don't think we get a choice about when we die I shall elaborate a little here after the
Asterix's).
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Back in 1989 when we were all about 18 and 19 a former friend and his two cousin's invited me for a lad's weekend in the Snowdonia national park, it
was meant to be sunny and there would have also been lots of female campers etc but in the event it was a washout.
I was always a religious kid but never a church goer, oh I wanted to but had this kind of autistic problem were I did not like strange places or
strangers which always made it difficult for me when dealing with strange new environment's and made me stay at home when I had the choice but since
this was my best friend I agreed since he was insistent.
So we all paid into the kitty (his real reason for wanting a sap along) and he hired a farm shed that had been converted into a mini lodging with
bunk beds a kettle and small stove for campers, there were plenty of letters of appreciation on the walls of the shed form police and others that had
stayed there.
We had originally intended to go up mount Snowdon but the weather was atrocious turning bad on our first night, all the campers in the field left and
only a few abandoned water logged tent's remained to show they had been there the following morning.
So for two days we pottered around, four young lads with nothing to do with ourselves, the only female was a less than attractive barmaid and we had
a run in with some drunk welsh guards in the pub who tried to take the pool table from us when we went over to have a game, thankfully one of them
calmed the others because four young lads with pride were not going to back down even if they looked like they would have murdered us, we were not
that small ourselves actually though just not the violent or yobbish sort unlike those men when they had a few pint's down them but even though three
of us were over six foot these guy's were much bigger so?.
So next day we walked around, no young lady's to catch our eye's just wet Snowdonia national park.
On the final night they made a decision (I was easily led so did not contest it) that we WERE going to go up the mountain regardless of the weather,
now we had sponge soled trainers, jeans and light jackets and no proper hiking gear.
I felt something immediately a spike of fear, a foreboding and I knew something terrible was going to happen, not to them but to me, I had a bunk
against a wall with an odd and seemingly abstract painting that non of us, not me, Not Jude or John or Andrew could make out though later they claimed
they could see it AFTER I pointed out what it was, I never told them what happened though.
I lay there under this smudging of dark paint against the wall and prayed, "God if it is my time I accept your will but please look after my mom and
brothers and sisters, forgive those whom have wronged me and me for not being perfect", I cant remember the exact prayer but something like that it
was about please look after my mum mostly.
I never heard with my ears, never heard it in my head and I have experienced those kind of voices later in life it was nothing like them, I felt and
heard it speaking from all around but seeming above me, not sound but still a male voice immense in scale is the only way I can explain it, larger
than the universe so I was in no doubt about who it was and it said just this to me "Do not be afraid my son this is neither the time nor the place",
I froze in fear even more than the idea of something bad happening and felt suddenly aware of all my failings and that sense of awful overwhelming
guilt that guy's like me get even when we have done nothing came over me but somehow I went almost straight away into a deep sleep.
Sure enough we went up the mountain the next day, we followed the Cog railway using bin bag's as makeshift cagouls and Jude said he knew a short cut
so off we went some way up to the left of the cog railway following what looked like a scree covered very narrow goat trail with slate scree on both
the up and -
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