You will be dead much longer than you will be alive. This is the truth of things. Better get used to the idea. The lives of men and women, cats and dogs, birds and fish are merely hiccups in an endlessness that will never be fully realized by anyone. You are here now and will be gone in some years, months, perhaps even days or hours. The execution of this plan will never change, even though you will do your best to convince yourself otherwise. You merely feed off the scraps of words and wares consolidated by those that came before you. You are a thing void of structural integrity. Like anything built or born, you will eventually succumb to either the weight of the world or the weight of walking it. This is the only thing you ever need come to terms with. That eventually you will be lost. They will lose you. You will be forgotten and never heard from again. And no one will ever know the story that was your life.

Lovely.

We started out standing up. Crawling, though commonly misconstrued as a mode that precedes upright maneuvers, came later. To everything there is an unseen direction that is both unfelt and unimagined. Some might call it fate. Others, with less aptitude for things philosophical, might call it dumb luck. I don’t know that we ever thought it anything more than our lives playing out within the expected parameters. Maybe, in some other place, we would have possessed the smarts to know the difference.

In the end, perhaps, you will come to see the difference of things. Those things that are tainted and those things that remain unchanged. The latter are the good bits. Those are the things that make this little time of ours worth the bother. For you will be dead much longer than you will be alive, you see. And you will have all that time to remember everything that was your life, even if no one else does. So you had better find something worth remembering. And just leave it at that.

• Analogy of the experience of life (awareness). - Phil.o.Sofir - January 16, 2000 - 14:37 UTC