Yes, I'm aware that this subject is an uneasy overtone to undertake. It is more than simply explaining the "meaning of life." Something an individual (on their own) will have to determine.
I have often questioned what is the purpose of living with this forbidding archangel mucking about, this creature with a design for ending the conception of everything. After all, what is the purpose of entering into existence if existence is one of the most fragile aspects of itself? No matter who we are, no matter what we do, it all ends. Sounds dreadful, doesn't it? But, it really isn't. I mean if you look upon death in the manner of its basic function then all that is really left is a surreal feeling about life itself. Certain aspects tend to rise from the depth of the cranium, and rattle about like bee-bees.
Sure, our names can be etched upon the frames of history, and our children can benefit from the bounties we acquire, but what good does all this do the dead? It almost seems a sick joke. To be created, then to create bonds that will be shattered. To make mistakes that can haunt us throughout our lives. Furthermore, our only purpose is to carry a torch and to light the way for waves of the future dead? Where is the purpose in all this?
Some say it is punishment from a heart broken God, whom cast this punishment upon his creation for defying him. A paradise lost? Do we even want to consider the eternity aspect? Has anyone ever questioned the validity of such a despotic? How he could tear away from his bosom the very purpose of his experiment? A creature developed into flesh to honor his magnificence? His magnificence. Is it so sublime, and holy to be so obstinate? Is it pure of benevolence, to be so injurious?
