Nothing Ever Lasts Forever

As the treadmill called time runs under my feet the only rest there is lies at the end of the cycle. It's not about running like mad in order to end the workout sooner or to be able to say that a great deal of effort has been expended to make sure the run was a good one. I'm not much interested in the run-of-the-mill escapades of the ever diligent work-out crowd gathered together like mice attracted to cheese feasting upon free morsels to one's heart content.

Sooner or later the juice runs out and the machinery of Mankind comes to a squeaky halt. I think that I enjoy that part the most, watching the experience unfold for others who though taken by a 'surprise' like the typical birthday that everyone has forgotten, come to terms or rather succumb to the terms as it seeks it's way home to become a 'new' reality. It's the hand we get dealt and like it or not we have to make the most of it.

But it's not like that for me. In finding purpose and plan in one's lifetime can we then be assured that all is well with the eventual outcome? After we have scaled the highest peak, created technology out of 'science fiction' and surmounted huge obstacles in order to reach and achieve supremacy over whatever the hell comes out of one's decision-making process do we then find comfort in realizing that all is well? If I had any lifetime purpose or plan perhaps I could address the question but realistically there is no 'lifetime'. Well actually there is but I've never been much impressed with it's plot, characters or even it's sense of direction. If one is looking for recompense then perhaps this would be a different story.

But it's not like that for me. What happens when there is no plot to be had. What happens when the direction of the Universe both small and large dictates all that is within the scope of the narrow view called the mind of Man. If you 'go with the flow' does that mean there is no sense of direction, purpose, plan or even the thought of "What the hell am I doing?" It's true it would take an egotistical approach in order for that to fulfill itself but sometimes people1 like to dick around.

Even though nothing lasts forever the thought only encapsulates the idea and ideas so prevalent in 'modern' Man. Thought is such a highly valved commodity and god-forbid that one little tiny, eenie weenie good-for-nothing nobody would come out of the woodwork and say "I am not a slave - neither to the thought of Man nor to my own convictions."

Not many would actually realize what that really means but never mind. If you look left, right, fore and aft you will be assured of your place in the Universe as those about you, fully 'plugged in' and effusing bountiful energy, are running the treadmill of Life, Living and Despair. Oh, never mind that part, despair. I wouldn't want to upset anyone.

"Hey, what tunes you listening to?" asks the neighbor drenched in life's blood, sweat and tears.

I'm sure it's the latest according to what you've heard and been told. Maybe not in that order.2

  1. Spiritual beings. 

  2. Okay, you can go back to sleep now. It's over. 

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