Ideas eventually have to be discarded. Nothing is permanent, though somebody did tell me that electrons are but I am not sure what they look like and how much they charge.
Anyway, everything except electrons will pass on, reform, transform, disappear or dissolve. Nothing is permanent. Every thing, idea, possibility and probability will disappear. All of the good ideas you have at the moment will pass on. All of your beliefs will dissolve like salt in the rain. Your dreams and fantasies will be like smoke in the wind. Your philosophies and wisdom will never go anywhere. Later… not today so don’t panic!
You and everything about you is only passing through on its way to somewhere else, which is probably the same place you were before you were born. Anyway I’m not going there, well I am going there… eventually, but not now.
The point is everything is temporary, nothing is permanent. If somebody claims that something will last forever, get them to prove it. It will be a long wait while they do. While you are waiting, you could tell them about electrons and see what they have to say.
I can’t recall my childhood because I believe that it started during the 1st half of the last century, a long time ago but if I did, I am sure I would remember all sorts of anxieties and worries that spoiled my otherwise perfect youth. Now they are all meaningless, they have no purpose and I have no need to recall them. They have gone back into the nothingness that I created them from.
It is strange to see the way that some people cling to their childhood traumas as if they are some sort of trophy. Like a reward for having had the the experience.
What about the men who fought in some remote war maybe 40 years ago but they still carry around distorted memories as if they are medals. I suspect that a lot of their real memories have turned into fantasies and minor incidents have escalated into major heroic epics.
Men are good like that. Give them a trivial incident, add a few years, a few beers and a gullible audience and you have an incredibly rich story of heroism, mate-ship and of course, very witty humour.
Well, I suppose it doesn’t really matter because it is all going to end up down the drain of time, gurgling its way into the infinite nothing that it came from.
Since it is all passing, why do we get so possessive over our personal points of view. They are only points of view. You cannot tell anybody the truth because it most unlikely that there is any.
Tell me what a horse looks like. The blind man feels it and describes it differently to the dwarf, who looks up and sees it differently to the rider who looks down to give an other opinion. There is no perfect point of view. There are only aspects, narrow slits that are seen through to give a partial and biased interpretation.
This is good news, really good news. It means that you no longer have to come to any conclusions. You can now be happy with the knowledge, that everything you know is only temporary but not only that, it is probably wrong!
I love it. That means I know longer have a point of view. I only have a temporary imaginative idea that probably won’t last very long.
