2 guys at Lupita's
As to how or why we come to life, I know not, and in a
lifetime of examining my own and others’ experiences, I’ve found no person who
does. These are among the eternal mysteries with which we are condemned to
wrangle, and I imagine we’ll wrangle with them forever.
But I do know a few things for certain. I know that we come to this earth well
prepared for dealing with our time here. We are endowed with an admirable set
of senses that allows us to appreciate this world and to protect ourselves from
it. The beautiful but indifferent natural world we encounter has no interest
in our survival. Yet we have brains and bodies miraculously well adapted to
meeting the challenges of the physical world. If in the course of our time here
all we were to ask of ourselves was to survive with a few comforts and to pass our
genes to our progeny, I’m sure we could go about our business happy and
satisfied, content with smelling the wild flowers on the wind and the passage of
cumulous clouds across a cerulean blue sky.
So, given our prodigious physical and mental gifts and a
world of endless beauty in which to apply them, how is it that so many are so
unhappy? How is it that we have come to a point where the very talents we use
to love and appreciate the world have carried us to the point of destroying it?
The answer, I think, is boredom.
So, man macht musik.
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