An Apology to Future Children

I’m sorry, kids, that you have to suffer from the delusions and dreams that we had. I’m sorry that you’re suffering the effects of our “enlightened selfishness myth,” God myths, and Superman myths, which prevented us from seeing that what we did here and now was important to your future. I’m sorry our mythical God is not there to fix things for you, because his existence was only in our heads, and he cannot intervene on your behalf now. I apologize that we did not have the strength of my father’s generation, who sacrificed lives to make their children’s lives a better place. We lacked the moral character for that. In fact, we would not sacrifice our ease and comfort for you, because, far from being the “greatest generation,” we were the “entitled generation.”

If you’re reading this, and I cannot assure myself that you will be, then at least know that some of us did care, did try to spread the word, and did try to make the changes necessary to assure your future, but we failed, because most would not listen, and created new myths to assure themselves that they were doing nothing wrong. I wish we had been better at reasoning, because the truth was easy to see, if you just saw Earth in the proper way, but we were not well educated, and reason was not our strong suit, myth was.

Like These Blossoms 2

What then, is death, I asked myself. If all life was already dying when conceived, it’s obvious that death is not an ending, because all new life is born of dying things, so it is more of a return to where everything already was, as opposed to an end of something. This realization should make the relationship between life and death abundantly clear, but we refuse to see it. Life and death are just descriptive terms we give to a process we don’t fully understand, so, like the human race always does, we describe it in terms that make it understandable to us, given the limitations of our human senses.

This, however, is a great mistake, because the eternal intercourse of life and death are so much greater than the limits of our own lives. This dance, if you will, has been going on since the beginning of the universe, and our feeble senses, even enhanced as they are by our tremendous technology, cannot really see what that beginning was, what the end will be, or if there will even be an end. Science, on the cosmic scale, is, at best, just a wild guess. A wild guess based on our interpretations of what we take in through our five technology enhanced senses.

We can perceive things through means other than the empirical however, and this can save us from our cosmic conundrum, and relieve us of our fears, it just requires our capability to abstract. It is immediately apparent what our life is; the birth, growth, and end of our consciousness as we know it, once we accept its pattern from our realization that death was present at its beginning and is there at its end. This pattern is, of course, a wave. My life, your life, all lives, are waves, similar to the waves that appear in any body of water.

Death, present before the beginning of any life, present after the end of any life, is more akin to an ocean, upon the surface of which waves of life appear, than it is to an antithesis of life. Life and death are not two things: they are one, because neither could exist without the other. Without life, you cannot know what death is, and without death, you could not know life, since we know things in this manifested universe only by knowing their opposite. Before you can completely accept death as an ocean however, you must let go of two misconceptions born of your body: 1) that life is tied to matter, and 2) matter is reality.

And that will be the stuff of Like These Blossoms 3…

Like these blossoms…

… we are all dying. This line, from the movie The Last Samurai, stuck in my mind like the tip of a sword that broke off and couldn’t be removed, forcing me to contemplate an issue that all humans, including myself, try to avoid until the last moment: death.

It suddenly struck me that I was already dying before I was even conceived, because everything and everyone involved in the chain of my creation was already dying as well.

The path is simple; it goes like this:

  1. The sperm and the egg which created me were already dying when they combined to create me, bringing forth new life.
  2. My mother and father were already dying when they created the sperm and the egg that created me.
  3. My father’s and my mother’s parents were already dying when they created the sperms and eggs that created my mother and my father.
  4. You can follow this path all the way back to the primordial goop if you want to, but it always remains the same. All living things were already dying when they were brought to life.

So, what is death? Contemplate on it for a while, as I am. More on this later, as it becomes more clear…