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Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.
I’m not an atheist that pronounces his lack of belief everywhere I go. I am firm in my convictions and more than willing to engage anyone who asks or wants to discuss my reasonings. I’m a follower of several atheists on facebook and youtube and twitter. One of which is a mother of three who said her young boy was found crying over the certainty of death. There are no platitudes about a heaven that can be given. It is hard to deal with on so many levels. But I shared how I came out of the paralyzing state of the inevitable oblivion that faces not just each person but the human race.
Everything dies. It isn’t just me, or you, or loved ones, or the billions and billions of people and animals and plants you will never know. It is everything. There is nothing we can do about it. It is scary. It is heartbreaking. It is unfair. But we aren’t dead yet. That is the focus. We could go tomorrow, or next week, or next year, or in 200 years, but today, right now, in this moment we are alive and we have infinity. And it is our responsibility to every human, every animal, every plant to make our time here as good as it possibly can be for them, right now, in this moment of life which we all share.
And it our responsibility to ourselves to not only treasure our time, but enjoy it. We don’t know when the last lightning bug will blink out of existence or when the last episode of Doctor Who will air, or when the last game will be created that has hand held controllers. We don’t know what beauty we can make on paper or with rock or with steel. We don’t know all that we can learn and think and do with the time remains but we should find out, and we should have fun doing it.
The point of our existence, if there ever could be a point, is to live our life in such a large way other people want to do the same. You are alive now, here, in this moment. And that is a miracle. The universe has conspired to have a rocky ball with water flying at break neck speeds around ball of nuclear powered energy. Star dust has landed on this one tiny ball in the universe and formed your body through complex organic and biological functions and we don’t even know what gave birth to your consciousness! So it would be a terrible, terrible waste of all that potential and cosmic wonder to sit around dreading a day which comes for every living thing instead of revealing in the wonderfulness and beauty of every other life, and of every creation of the other miracles the universe has wrought.
Today I realized that Hank Green is that annoying blogger that comments on everything they reblog.
I come from a distant past where you only posted stuff that you, yourself, created, so I often feel weird about reblogging something if I don’t have anything to contribute. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way you do things…but that’s the way I do things.
While it is nice to sometimes just appreciate beauty and/or a delightful meaningful thought and send that message on, it is with some delight that others chime in on this human creation which can only add more complexity and wonder to its creation. Think of it as a continuing experiment in the vastness of human consciousness.