Can we do nothing but do? Doing is everything? Think about it. And then we die and we keep doing?
Our bodies continue to disintegrate until they merge with the earth. Then while our remains are on the earth, we travel around the sun until the sun engulfs the earth in the far future, and all of our atoms which have spread around by then are burned to smithereens but survive as they are atoms. What are they doing? Existing.
Wait a minute! What happens to me the ego, my identity, when I die? Well, when my body dies, I will evaporate into nothingness leaving no trace on the nerve network in the dying brain which created me. I will disappear out out of existence as I’m an imaginary creation whose support has been taken away. There’s no more film in the camera.
When our brains can no longer support our existence, we will exist no more. This is what science supports until a more rational idea is found. So, is the idea of “souls” invented and are souls nonexistent but used to capture and control us and to get a portion of our money?
Really? What about all the folks who got away with murder or worse? My thinking would say perhaps it’s the concern of the mature ones living while whatever is happening is happening. We could not and did not orchestrate the period before we matured.
So, most of us feel better about things because most believe a god exists who will punish the evil doers when they die, even the present evil doers. Belief can make us feel better.
We have plenty to feel responsible for and lots to do in the present. Why should we feel guilty for what happened in history? History is the teacher. Let’s apply the lessons and go forward.
Is it that if you don’t vote, you are a big reason why progress doesn’t advance as quickly as it could? We owe our ancestors for the innovations and lessons learned and our DNA. The present gives us parents, family, friends, opportunity, and more.
We always know here is where we are, yet it’s uncommon for us to feel the nowness of it. Why?
We are constantly occupied by language. Language is the beginning of the story. The question is will our language habit dominate until the end? Will we ever get to know our being?
Does language keep us from experiencing the nowness of the present.
Is it that nowness engulfs the universe and does not move; we and everything else move through it and age as we do?