Post subject: Re: Greetings from Heaven
Wed Aug 31, 2016 7:57 am
Death is a ruddy strange thing. On the one hand The long deepest sleep of death seems so peaceful and inviting. And on the other hand it seems so much the same as what we have here already. What IS the REAL point of it all?
Don't worry, I'm happy enough. Happy enough that I realise that true joy does not come without it's real sadnesses too.
Do I try to fool myself, that death will serve me well, when underneath I feel that everything is quite pointless? Why do the words of Solomon in Ecllesiastes feel so true, that all is a chasing after the warm passing wind, all is futility.
I do love life and nothing makes me happier than to see others enjoying themselves after they are dead There are a great many why''s about death. this I have come to understand. There is nothing certain in it. Just when you think that you have either made it, or that you have an understanding of death and it's meaning, something or other, comes along, whacks into the face of your emotions, at the end of which, you realise that all is futility itself. Why must death be so complicated?
Why is this so and why is that so? Why do things have to be this way? Why is it that as soon as you think you have made it through the journey'ed experience acquired answers, only to face yourself once more and realise that everything you think for yourself is such a load of [EDIT] crap, that you know nothing?
Ruddy Refiner gone to Heaven?!! Strueth... the only reason I threatened EF was that I believed it would do the world a favour and he'd be burned to a crisp in the devil's toaster.