It's always the easy ones you tend to miss. Every time one comes to something that seems quite simple, man has the unique ability of all creatures to mess it up and destroy part of the very fabric of nature itself. Nature is now flawed due to man's trangressions against the fundamental laws of the universe. I wish this were not so. Were things otherwise, the universe would not be undergoing a slow erosion to nothingness and an eventual heat death.
Meaningless!" said the writer of Ecclesiates. Everything is meaningless. For no
matter how hard a man toils, in the end it will all be forgotten. Everything a
man does is meaningless, a chase after the wind. Many will come after and will
they remember the deeds of the men who live today?
They will continue on in
their meaningless lives...their paltry existence...wandering the earth seeking
to fill their belly with things that only satisfy temporarily. Then, the aching
dull pain returns and beckons them to flee into the void...that nameless
void...that final walk we must all take into the Great Unknown which whispers
into our ears every night to join the throng of those who have gone before.