Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
HERE
HERE
We did not choose to be here. One day, we realized that we were here.
With features we did not choose; in a family that we did not choose; in a place that we did not choose; at a time that we did not choose. Here.
Our being here is a great mystery to all else who are here with us too.
Nobody knows. Nobody knows, could know, why or how they are here, much less, the rest of us.
While we are here we are all jointly benefiting from those gone before.
They knew no more than we know, about where they came from, why or where they go, when they leave here. They tell, teach us, what they can, then leave the earth's domain.
For all that we humans know, think we know, believe that we know, we really know nothing, if we do not know the answers to the first and last questions about that of us, as asked above: how we got here and where do we go from here if we go.
Zero from or added to zero is zero. I do not mean to imply by "zero" that we are non-beings. For, we are surely all here together. But our imaginations are powerful impulses that we share with some Source or Sources who preexisted us all here.
I submit. I surrender all. Amen 🙏