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The day
dawns with a renewed promise of an extension of life. Everything that was and that is will continue to be. Everlasting energy is floating around. Such is I and most assuredly you. Everything undergoes change but in some way remain the same, not? An everlasting play between that which is visible and that which is not. Complexity seams incomprehensible, but it is not impossible to grasp. That which is continuous in existence, a thing called life. How can we assume that life starts or end, with flesh alone? Is that not a mere isolated view? Like time, life could never stop; but simply change all the time. Is the answer to this age old question hidden in the obvious? I can foresee an everlasting life; dating forward as far as it goes back. What was there before the beginning, and what follows the end? Existence must be within some form of space, I presume, that never ends. Change is a constant; and when change stops, energy flows on to the next. Black is black and white is white. Life is life and death is not. What lives, thinks and take action? Should you answer man, you trust the doctors too much my friend. Even in our time, we can acknowledge body separate from soul. How is it so difficult to understand? Something lives and some things change. Capture the birth of a soul and I might change my mind. It should be clear to all, but it is not. Many should agree, but fear what it might mean. Then there are those that will confuse, for their gain and to control. Oh, man! Concentrated energy; sticking to particles of dust. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |