To be of any value, immortality must keep me interested, and how can it do so if it is frozen into a fixity!
If immortality means living for all times to come with the same person I have always known as me , how many would really want it? I would then probably have to cast a stone into the mirror to make it behave like a kaleidescope. May be thats precisely what death does - cast a stone into the mirror to create new patterns by changing the old. The only immortality that can excite me is the one that defies a definition in an endlessly unpredictable shifting patterns. I too have to keep appearing and disappearing - with the teasing uncertainty about reappearance -- to keep me engaged with the show. Hence, the kaleidoscope. To be of any value, immortality must keep me interested, and how can it do so if it is frozen into a fixity!
I experience boundless humility and happiness in the presence of God as I see him spread out in nature but none at all before the common image of God as a confused tin-pot dictator unable to decide what he wants to be: a cold and brutal hangman or an affectionate and all forgiving lover. God better make up his mind before the increasingly awakened children of this planet completely abandon him.
To be of any value, immortality must keep me interested, and how can it do so if it is frozen into a fixity!
If immortality means living for all times to come with the same person I have always known as me , how many would really want it? I would then probably have to cast a stone into the mirror to make it behave like a kaleidescope. May be thats precisely what death does - cast a stone into the mirror to create new patterns by changing the old. The only immortality that can excite me is the one that defies a definition in an endlessly unpredictable shifting patterns. I too have to keep appearing and disappearing - with the teasing uncertainty about reappearance -- to keep me engaged with the show. Hence, the kaleidoscope. To be of any value, immortality must keep me interested, and how can it do so if it is frozen into a fixity!
I experience boundless humility and happiness in the presence of God as I see him spread out in nature but none at all before the common image of God as a confused tin-pot dictator unable to decide what he wants to be: a cold and brutal hangman or an affectionate and all forgiving lover. God better make up his mind before the increasingly awakened children of this planet completely abandon him.
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