Echoes from the Archives of Oblivion
If you knew that everything you ever did would amount to nothing, would you still do the things you do?
If you knew that all the words you wrote, the songs you sung, the smiles and hugs you gave, the flowers you planted, the bridges and houses you built, the money you saved, the pictures you painted, drew, or captured on your camera, in effect, everything that was associated with you, would be forever obliterated in a few moments, what would you do? Would you change your behavior?
What if all the lies you told, the hurts and bad-feelings you caused, the cheating and stealing, the broken hearts and/or broken bones, the damages you caused to the property of others, in effect, everything bad and evil that was associated with you, would be forever obliterated in a few moments, what would you do? Would you change your behavior?
Does it change your point-of-view when the obliteration of all that you are is presented as an elimination of the bad things you do?
If nothing we do persists, if nothing we do outlives our brief lives, then does it really matter what we do? Should we all just become amoral, doing that which pleases our sensual animal bodies, living for today? Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die?
Phred says, “The key to life is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you’ve got it made!” (I think Phred is just harassing me, because he usually doesn’t say things this stupid! One of the benefits of being imaginary, I suppose.)
Personally I can’t live as if nothing I do matters. With close to absolute certainty I can state that I may never know what the “meaning of life" is, but with equal absolute certainty I can state that life most assuredly has a meaning. My universe can not exist without a meaning for its existence.
So I continue to plod on, writing words that no one may ever read, spilling blood, sweat, and tears into the bottomless well of an eternal void. (Okay, no blood, sweat and tears. However, sometimes my butt gets sore from sitting in this chair while I type.) But like a subatomic particle that may randomly, spontaneously “pop” into creation outside the event horizon of a black hole, providing a way, however pitifully miniscule, for matter to escape the crushing gravity, so too may the efforts of all of us transcend our pitifully miniscule human existence, and flash into being in a way none of us can imagine.
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