Suffer Fools

As I was driving into town this morning, I looked at our beautiful mountains, minus enough snow to be absolutely gorgeous, and had these strange thoughts;  thoughts run free on clear days, mulling over the idea of life before and after death, mortality, probably because I’m at the end of reading Debbie Reynolds’ Memoir, Unsinkable, and in her writing, she recalled having to deal with the ashes of someone she cared deeply for.  My thoughts went from the solid body to ashes.  

I looked up and into the universe, and thought about the many universes...how many we will never know...then I thought about Carl Sagan, and his belief of life on other planets.  We, as humans mostly live in the moment, day to day moments, and not seemingly caring who or what might inhabit other solar systems, and their stars or planets.

I thought about life after death.  What is heaven?  I wondered if when we die we’re reborn, but on another planet, way, way, far away.  We have no memory of past life, at least most of us don’t.  I wondered how many lives, how many chances do we get?  Reincarnation is a supposition, heaven a belief, but just exactly where does life exist, begin and end, besides here on earth?

Do we think we’re the only intelligent (and I use that word with caution) being in this wide expanse of dark and lights, seeing more than three colors out there in space?  Do we start over as newborns, over and over again; each time we die and reappear on a new planet until we get it right?  Suffer the fools, and destroy our planets through greed and selfishness that overrides the one commandment God gave us that was the key to unlocking this world to peace.  That word is Love.  And the sarcasm runs deep...as Paul said,  For you suffer fools gladly, seeing you yourselves are wise.

 

When will we slow down long enough to see those moments - mountains, fields and streams, and oceans that we are held accountable for, and each other for as long as we all shall live?  Will we ever live in harmony and peace without hate overriding that one important commandment, love?