The answers to a million questions might be mine and still I would not know the answer to that certain question existing back within the reaches of my mind.
Life - what is it? Why are we placed on Earth to live and die? What is our purpose and what possible good are we doing as we exist from day to day? We slander, insult, injure and spiritually wound or kill another mortal much more quickly than we praise or help, or give another courage to go on living, to try once more.
We are finite, supposedly ruled by an Infinite Being - who continually lets us go on making errors, hurting each other, and hating ourselves for the errors to which we yield.
Have we no Reason for living? No Purpose in Life? Have we nothing to be remembered for, except that we lived and died?
The answer to a million and more of the questions which I have asked are mine, but when will I find the Answer for which I search?
December 27, 1961
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Wisps of Wonder
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