There was a throne once , the ruler of which chose to abdicate. The reasons were unknown. And yet, today, the King has decided to return. The best interests of both the King and his kingdom are served. And I delight in this turn of events. The uncertainty is ended. The chaos forgotten. All that reigns is the serenity of still air.
Had an amazingly deep discussion today with a batchmate. We covered theology, philosphy and contrasting viewpoints on choice, Fate, life...and of course Death. After all, no discussion can be complete without thinking of Death. It is after all the destination our lives are headed to. Ultimately, while some may fear it and some avoid thinking of it, it is the end, and the beginning. The one thing that noone can explain and yet the one thing that everyone must face.
Is there a God? Probably not. At least not the way we are taught to believe. After all, if everything you are taught about God is true, then how does one explain life? As my colleague mentioned, it would make life "more illogical and irrational than I care to admit". It would kind of bear out that dialogue, "God's an absentee landlord".
I'm getting drawn into this cesspool of thoughts after today's conversation. After a long time, I delved in within again....deep within...and the results were pleasing and frightening at the same time. All the answers lie within. The whys and hows are all answered within...and yet we "seek". And we seek outside. Why do some of us need answers while the rest are happy to live in ignorance? Are they happy? Is happiness real. If you ask me, happiness is a fleeting moment of insanity. A mirage, a myth that we want to believe in......because it hides the truth for the moment that it clouds our vision.
And yet, I meet another person who looks at me and says I delve too deep....and that, as per him, is the reason for what he terms my cynicism. But am I really a cynic? Or, as I like to believe, a realist?Are they really that different in today's world?