. It seems the nature of the young is to question.
Driven by an insatiable desire to measure and label their surroundings. In time this desire is turned inwards as we then try to measure and label the self. These stages have been apparent throughout our history. Religion and science both fulfil a basic human need to satisfy these desires. But this course ultimately brings the human mind to the point of futility. That these arms and legs are only temporary arrangements of circumstance. The carbon and calcium which make up these bodies are not fixed in any state. Our thoughts and feelings seem to exist in a different way to our legs and arms. This difference would imply existence works in more than one way. Why is infinite. Like all infinitely we create markers to rationalise. This can-not answer any question and yet it can free the mind to dance with the mystery rather then suffer the question. Like the universal circumstance that enabled the creation of this planet, which was the same universal circumstance that enabled your birth and enabled this discussion. Circumstance gives and then circumstance takes. Is circumstance intelligent, or purposeful, this is our fundamental human question? I think there is a purpose to it all, just because everyone seems to have a different spin on that does not mean they are all wrong. Someone is right and just one true purpose makes all other events supportive of that one true universal purpose. We don’t even need to know what that purpose is, only that it is there. Purposeful Universal Circumstance, that’s why ……………….. . On Mar 30, 1:31 pm, Sandeep-Kuber Technologies <[email protected]> wrote: > On 3/30/2011 3:19 PM, Marcus wrote: > > > . > > > Magical Thinking �� > > > Why do we need a rational explanation for everything ??? > > Who said the universe must make sense ???? > > Does the ado of the last night sleep dream drama, have a sensible > explanation. > Does it have a nonsensical explanation. > > The Universe, an inference akin the lingering impression left from a > story telling.....the lingering complete in itself, > as a display of what such a spectacle would be like, if such a spectacle > could ever be animated. > > A shadow does not exists where it does not fall. > > It also does not exist, where it does. > > I was at the park with a friend, her daughter and her young grand > daughter, who was the �why� stage of life. > > As I sat talking with my friend, I overheard her grand daughter ask her > mother why I was in a wheel chair. > > After gently shushing the young girl, she said in a subdued voice that > I�d had a stroke and couldn�t walk. > > Of course the little girl asked, �Mommy,what�s a stroke?� > > Erroneously believing that this old guy, who somewhat proudly jokes > about his being a crip, might be hurt or offended, the mother diverted > her daughter�s attention to a lady bug that had just landed in the > clumsy lady bug manner upon the grass. > > As they both got down upon their knees to inspect the bug, it nestled > and disappeared in the deep grass. > Mother and daughter fingered the grass assiduously as they searched for > the lady bug, which they could not find. > > Frustrated, the little girl asked the universal why kid question, > �Mommy, why is grass green? > > Her mother proceeded to explain as simply as she could about how > sunlight comes down to the grass and something called > chlorophyll in the grass makes it look green; a standard struggling > answer parents give to this question when asked by their young children. > > I too had burdened both my young boys with this complexity when they > asked that question, much to their glassy eyed confusion. > > Understandably bored with this answer, that was way beyond her young > mind�s comprehension, the girl ceased looking for > the lady bug, got up, came over to me and asked, �Why did you have a > stroke?� > > Not even the neurologists know the full the answer to that one, and I > answered, �Strange things happen and I just had a stroke, not even the > doctors know why.� > > This seemed to satisfy the little girl�s curiosity and she ran off to > rejoin her beckoning mother. > > This brief encounter got me thinking as she ran off that so often we > adults answer children�s �whys� with �hows�. > > That whole chloropyll rigamarol is not why grass green. > > It is green because it�s green. > > Young children will understand that answer because it�s the simple truth. > > Does anyone truly know why grass is green? > > I doubt it. > > The sunlight/chlorophyll explanation is how the grass is green. > > My neurologists spent days believing they were trying to figure out why > the first of my strokes occurred when in truth they were searching for > the causes of how it occurred. > > Do any of us truly know why we had our brain injuries? > > Sure we know how and many of us love to share our stories of that event > repeatedly in great �how by how� detail of how the event happened, but > it certainly is not why. > > Why did we get stroked? Why did the accident happen? Why did the scalpel > cut the wrong thing during the operation? > > Who knows? > > The more we stop believing the how is the why, the easier it is to > accept what is and move on just as this little girl did when she went > back to lady bug searching. > > Think how glassy eyed and flummoxed she would have been had I gone > through the whole routine of blood clots, artery blockages and brain > bleeds that would have in no way explained why I got stroked. > > The incident did get me thinking that all the why questions of a child > are a young soul�s first steps on it�s life quest for meaning in life > .......and we adults blunderingly muddy up the waters with answers of > how life happens ... > > ...and thus misguidedly teach them that how their lives happen is why > their lives happen.
