From: arnaldo (arnaldo@apex.net)
Date: Sun Mar 28 1999 - 07:29:47 MST
The Voyage
In this sailing ship of ours, navigating in the Sea of the Unknown for two
millenia, in a voyage of discover of ourselves, our creator and our purpose in
life, the navigation stars are fading.
The elite of the crew no longer looks at the stars, knowing that we are nothing
more than ‘a temporary collection of recycled carbon compounds occupying space
in a huge and unfeeling universe’. They finally understood that life is an
accidental byproduct of matter - a mistake of Nature, in the sense that
consciousness (the metaphorical Tree of Knowledge) is nothing but the capacity
to understand and fear our physical and metaphysical misfortunes, and that
there is no purpose in life except the one that we make for ourselves during
the short cycles of our existences.
But the rest of the crew, the great majority, is stuck in the inertia of 2000
years of old habits of belief, constantly haunted in the unconscious labyrinths
of the collective psyches with the nightmare that there is no creator - besides
the whole process of evolution - and therefore no hope for life after death.
The ship will go on sailing, until it sinks or finds a friendly utopic harbor,
where we can enjoy our short existences, without illusions of divine origins,
and get out in a easy and dignified way.
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