Life in general of all things that I have seen or known is the mystery of mysteries. Here on earth we are eking out our daily existence,bemoaning our woes,leaping up in ecstacy and seeming to float like balloons in the air. We are born to die: to what end is all this? What is the purpose behind this pageant of folly and misery? Why do we have to go through all these troubles?
Probably,there is an order and arrangement belong our ken,but nonetheless immanent in the fabrics of the of the tapestry of our universe. If such an order exists,then how can we find it and fulfill the purpose for which it is setup? On the other hand,if no such order exists,if life serves no higher purpose,how and what do we make of it: should it be to snatch and enjoy every species and fleeting moments of pleasure that we can lay our hands on,and then like all other before us pass into nonexistence?
I wish to understand. To pursue wisdom and knowledge to their very fountain is henceforth the goal I have set myself.
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