What are we doing here?greenspun.com : LUSENET : TB2K spinoff uncensored : One Thread
-- FutureShock (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000
Maybe we're here to learn and graduate from God's kindergarten. This year's lesson: how to forgive your enemies.
-- Be (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
All things must eventually cease to exist in the physical world in order to move into the spiritual world and find their way back to God. Humans were specially designed by God to serve as the cancer of this planet, to assist in speeding up this process.
-- (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
-- -- (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
I have no idea why I frequent here, except it's a Sunday and the Olympics are just keeping on keeping on, and it's blustery outside with the squalls all the way from Antartica....,seems like a good idea at this time. Might return next week again, but I used to come everyday once - memories only now.
-- Pieter (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
-- Speculators 'R' Us (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
I think your question is in reference to why, are we humans, here on earth, in this plane, co-existing, while others cease to exist. The loss of a loved one complicates our existence and makes us question our mortality. And sometimes our God. The simpliest answer I have is that we are here to help each other through this life. It is not an easy task, when sometimes we cannot help ourselves make sense of simple questions. The difficulty is the imbalance the a loss of loved one causes.
A thought for you FS:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), October 01, 2000.
Yeah. What Aunt Bee said.
-- King of Spain (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
Bee, that was beautiful. =0)
-- cin (cin@=0.)), October 01, 2000.
Aunt Bee said in a fancy way what someone told me much more bluntly a long time ago. That to know and experience ultimate joy, one must know and experience ultimate sorrow first.
But you said it beautifully, AB.
As to what we're doing here; I don't know more than you or my dog. But I've decided to enjoy and apreciate life while I'm here on earth, and make it as enjoyable for those around me as I can in the process. My dogs don't ask those questions, and they're just happy. Our higher thinking abilities can be a curse and hell on earth if we don't stop it from thinking too much at times.
-- (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
To offer petals of wisdom to friends on the altar of one's love is truly a divine presentation. Aunt Bee, yours is a shining example, fragrant with the omnipresent perfume of the Divine.
-- Bingo1 (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
That was wonderfully put, AB (apparently it's from Gibran). You know, there's still the side of me that disagrees though, as I understand the concept of happiness intellectually. In a way -- well, in theory, anyway -- I think happiness and joy should be able to be experienced to their fullest, absent any significant sorrowful experiences. But, from 1988 to 1992 I suffered mentally and emotionally more than I could ever have thought possible. And today, I'm on a higher plane of happiness than I ever experienced or thought possible. Hmmmmmm.........
-- eve (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
My dog is sitting behind me with his head drooped over my shoulder; drooling. So I asked him.
He said it depends on what here you are talking about. The site. There is no here, here. Here can be sniffed. The screen here can't. Now if you mean here on this chair with me leaning over your shoulder drooling; well, then, I have to go outside, quick.
So I know what I am doing now at this here, but maybe not other heres.
-- Z1X4Y7 (Z1X4Y7@aol.com), October 01, 2000.
You gave me a smile. Thanks.
To the others:
Yes, I was fishing for some good stuff, and you have not disappointed. Thanks.
-- FutureShock (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
Theres a fine line between pain and joy,the deepest pain comes from the highest joy because it is a shared association.The loss of a loved one is painful because there was a shared happiness between the two,the pain comes when that happiness can no longer be shared,the happiness ceases to exist except in memory and the pain is ever present.
A simplistic answer is "To Love".
-- capnfun (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
I often wonder the same thing, What are we doing here when we could be over THERE?
-- Uncle Deedah (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
What's with the 'we' kemosabe?
-- I (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
Hell,I would be more than happy than to be down in Fla.,I'm still kickin' myself in the ass for leaving the Keys,again.
Another answer to your question FS:Partyin' like a madman,raisin' hell,cavorting with the women and enjoyin' the sunshine : )
-- capnfun (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 01, 2000.
Oh Capn, you said it well the 1st time. AB: B E A UTIFUL...like you.
Eternities dressing room.? With what I now live and share daily, I try one day at a time to realize IT IS SO important to make HAPPY memories, because Capn we never 'know' do we?
As I've shared before my son has now entered a 'phase' in his illness where he does things he has always wished to do....
His latest (with the help of my hubby:): I needed to go to Marc's which is a Discount Store here in N.E. Ohio, I TOLD them both to drop me off at the door and I would be right out.
Imagine my surprise and horror as I was shopping and trying not to be down, when both my son and my hubby dressed in the Costume Aisle, came to where I was, dressed as M&M's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I started laughing so hard, again, I was crying. Everyone in my aisle stopped and just began laughing. I walked away, they quickly disappeared. Then as I headed up the lightbulb aisle, here again came my son with a pitchfork! His reply " Yeah MOM, its ALL FUN & GAMES TILL SOMEONE MESSES AROUND AND GETS THEIR EYE POKED OUT"....
Again, laughter till I cried.
Memories, so much laughter so little time. A smile, so beautiful and free for the taking and for the offering up of ones joy.
Thanks FS, this is a nice thread.
-- consumer (email@example.com), October 01, 2000.
We are here because Mom and Dad did the "nasty". Yes, it is a disturbing visual, so I try not to think about it too much.
May yours be less painful than mine.
-- KoFE (your@town.USA), October 01, 2000.
The real question is Who are we?
-- Maria (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 04, 2000.
I know who I am. The question is...who the HELL are you?! LOL =)
-- cin (cin@=0.)), October 04, 2000.