Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Unsolicited Thoughts on the Purpose of Life
I was thinking about life again the other day, you know, like you do. This time it was while watching "A River Runs Through It" in an apartment in Uganda. If you haven't seen this decade-old movie and still don't want it spoiled, go buy it off the discount rack and come back after watching it. For the rest of you, there are two brothers; one dies essentially of his own excess. The other lives - outlives his brother, outlives his father, outlives his wife. He lives until he is alone.
Watching the movie end with a sad, lonely old man fishing by himself I wondered whether it was better to be the brother who died or the one who lived. If life in culmination is to bear the pain of loved ones dying, to be that pain to some, to grow old and lonely and wait for the next breath not to come, then why should we live?
If there is an answer that can win this point, it occurred to me that it must be: Love. That if there is something transcendent in this world, something that lets us reach outside of this desert and play our hand in the cool current of the eternal, it is love. I can’t say why this is true, or even how I know it, except to say that I think we all know it, and always have.
Watching the movie end with a sad, lonely old man fishing by himself I wondered whether it was better to be the brother who died or the one who lived. If life in culmination is to bear the pain of loved ones dying, to be that pain to some, to grow old and lonely and wait for the next breath not to come, then why should we live?
If there is an answer that can win this point, it occurred to me that it must be: Love. That if there is something transcendent in this world, something that lets us reach outside of this desert and play our hand in the cool current of the eternal, it is love. I can’t say why this is true, or even how I know it, except to say that I think we all know it, and always have.
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A sad poem
I saw a girl
in her favorite light dress
spinning with anxious glee
watching the eyes around her
Then she realized that
even then she wasn’t beautiful
and something in her eyes gave up
which should never give up
in her favorite light dress
spinning with anxious glee
watching the eyes around her
Then she realized that
even then she wasn’t beautiful
and something in her eyes gave up
which should never give up
Friday, March 21, 2008
Twitt
By the way, I inexplicably signed up for Twitter the other day. You can check it out here: http://twitter.com/jamesapearson
Lagging behind the jet
Flying to Uganda and back to plan economic development projects sounds pretty glamorous, until its two nights later when I'm planted on the couch and can barely keep my head up. And most of what I owned is tinted the color of Ugandan dirt. And my stomach hasn't been quite right for months.
I have about a million thoughts. I promise they'll be coming soon. Just wait until I catch up with the jet.
I have about a million thoughts. I promise they'll be coming soon. Just wait until I catch up with the jet.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Capability
There's very little that you or I can't do.
We might fail at something, but it doesn't mean we can't do it.
We might fail at something, but it doesn't mean we can't do it.
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