Wisdom from the Outsider

There is so much left to be said before my time runs out.  Wisdom, whether hard won or acquired entirely through wit, bears a certain responsibility in the possession of it.  We are duty-bound as wizards, the masters of wisdom, to pass it on.mrFuture

Now, you certainly have every right to protest that I am not wise and I have no wisdom.  You are certainly right to point out that I am a doddering old fool that sits around the house all day in the midst of his poor-health-enforced retirement doing little beyond writing silly stories and drawing pictures of mostly naked cartoon girls.  I get that.  But the beginning of wisdom is the realization of how big everything is and how little I really know about anything.

Take for instance the question of where we came from and what our purpose is?  (And the question of why I put a question mark on that when it really wasn’t a question.)

I originally believed in the God of the Christians and in the promises of Jesus… everlasting life and an eternity of sitting on a cloud with a harp and…  Okay, it didn’t take me long to see the logical holes in that line of reasoning.  So much of that is fear of death and the need to believe that I am the center of all things, the most important person in existence.  The truth is I am only a tiny part of a nearly-infinitely-large universe.  And the universe is conscious… self aware.  How do I know this?  Because I am conscious and self-aware.  I am an infinitely tiny piece of the whole… but there are untold trillions of others just like me.   Mai LingAnd when I die… when this body ceases to function, as it already has a great deal of trouble doing, the parts that make up the individual creature and thought patterns I identify as me will be scattered to the far corners of everywhere to be gathered up once again and be something new.  All of mankind passes away.  Human beings and the planet Earth will one day be no more.  But that is not what matters.  There is so much more beyond the boundaries of what my limited eyesight can behold, and what my limited mind can comprehend.   I am made of star-stuff (just ask Neal DeGrasse Tyson or Carl Sagan), and I am a part of the universe as a whole.  I am in no hurry to die.  Life is worth fighting through the pain for… but I do not fear death.  Like birth, it is only a stop along the way in a journey that, as far as I can tell, never ends.

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2 responses to “Wisdom from the Outsider

  1. Ah, there you go again, being funny and profound simultaneously. And what a gift it is to read your words and to remember that the universe is infinitely large, and although we are infinitely small in comparison, we are still a part of it. A sweet post. Have you ever considered practicing yoga in addition to drawing the mostly naked cartoon girls? They seem to me to be complementary pastimes.

    • I have to do considerable joint work every day to keep feet, knees, and arms working. I have had arthritis now for forty years. I meditate too, especially while sitting in school parking lots waiting for Henry and the Princess to get done with school… especially those days when the Princess doesn’t tell me she’s going to be staying late for band practice or tutorials. I know that doesn’t count, but I have gone all transcendental without taking drugs or humming a mantra with a yogi before. The mind and body together can be a very powerful tool if I can remember to take them out of the shoe-boxes I keep them in often enough.

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