Much of life is on autopilot.
How much, I cannot say. But, it must be an awful, awful, awful lot!
The seasons change on their own. Rain falls on its own. The sun shines on its own. The wind, too, blows on its own. Plants grow on their own. The moon waxes and wanes on its own. Tides ebb and rise on their own. The galaxies whirl in their own. Our solar system revolves and rotates on its own. Night falls on its own.
All of these natural things are being done without the agency of man, without assistance, oblivious to man; hence, on their own, without our help.
Yet, we humans arrogate unto ourselves the notion that we are not on autopilot; that unlike the rest of nature, that we can, do, and should determine all matters on our own!
Never mind that we did not create ourselves. Never mind that we do not control ourselves--our lives and our existence--internally or externally.
We quake and renounce the notion of being on autopilot like the birds and the bees, like the fishes of the seas.
We arrogate unto ourselves a status, a presence both within and without nature, when all else is within nature.
We say that we are different. We say that we are gods. We say that we sin.
Which is it? Are we man or god? On autopilot or not? Or only partially?
These epic questions of life and living befuddle and bemuse every age of mankind, the present being the same.
Have you ever given thought to this question; or are you on autopilot?
Thursday, October 2, 2014
AUTOPILOT OR NOT?
AUTOPILOT OR NOT?
Much of life is on autopilot.
How much, I cannot say. But, it must be an awful, awful, awful lot!
The seasons change on their own. Rain falls on its own. The sun shines on its own. The wind, too, blows on its own. Plants grow on their own. The moon waxes and wanes on its own. Tides ebb and rise on their own. The galaxies whirl in their own. Our solar system revolves and rotates on its own. Night falls on its own.
All of these natural things are being done without the agency of man, without assistance, oblivious to man; hence, on their own, without our help.
Yet, we humans arrogate unto ourselves the notion that we are not on autopilot; that unlike the rest of nature, that we can, do, and should determine all matters on our own!
Never mind that we did not create ourselves. Never mind that we do not control ourselves--our lives and our existence--internally or externally.
We quake and renounce the notion of being on autopilot like the birds and the bees, like the fishes of the seas.
We arrogate unto ourselves a status, a presence both within and without nature, when all else is within nature.
We say that we are different. We say that we are gods. We say that we sin.
Which is it? Are we man or god? On autopilot or not? Or only partially?
These epic questions of life and living befuddle and bemuse every age of mankind, the present being the same.
Have you ever given thought to this question; or are you on autopilot?
Much of life is on autopilot.
How much, I cannot say. But, it must be an awful, awful, awful lot!
The seasons change on their own. Rain falls on its own. The sun shines on its own. The wind, too, blows on its own. Plants grow on their own. The moon waxes and wanes on its own. Tides ebb and rise on their own. The galaxies whirl in their own. Our solar system revolves and rotates on its own. Night falls on its own.
All of these natural things are being done without the agency of man, without assistance, oblivious to man; hence, on their own, without our help.
Yet, we humans arrogate unto ourselves the notion that we are not on autopilot; that unlike the rest of nature, that we can, do, and should determine all matters on our own!
Never mind that we did not create ourselves. Never mind that we do not control ourselves--our lives and our existence--internally or externally.
We quake and renounce the notion of being on autopilot like the birds and the bees, like the fishes of the seas.
We arrogate unto ourselves a status, a presence both within and without nature, when all else is within nature.
We say that we are different. We say that we are gods. We say that we sin.
Which is it? Are we man or god? On autopilot or not? Or only partially?
These epic questions of life and living befuddle and bemuse every age of mankind, the present being the same.
Have you ever given thought to this question; or are you on autopilot?
