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When I was a boy my father had a few albums of classical music. He use to play Brahms first symphony. To me it was just a big ocean of sound.
Then one day I had heard it for the Nth time and suddenly I understood the music. It was not just a ocean of activity on the ear with various instruments. I remember the pleasure of coming to "understand" the music. Here was a melody. Here he develops it. Here he does this and that with it.
I recall being so intrigued that I wished that such a beautiful work of imagination should live forever. I thought that it was something that should never be gone.
But cosmologist tell us that the whole universe will grow cold and die out into nothingness. All the albums, all the poetry, the novels, the great speeches, the acts of heroism, the acts of help, assistance, pursuits of the noble will end in frozen ashes in the endless darkness some day.
Why?
Nobodies symphony will last forever.
Nobodies empire or lover or mother or country or friends or those helped or those fought for will live forever.
In a existence without God, we are just some freaky accident of luck somehow made to reproduce DNA until the sun dies out and the planet freezes in the dark or is burnt up in red dwarf giant.
H.G. Well's novel "The Time Machine" intrigued me as a young person. But it was rather depressing when the time traveler went to the last days of the earth. There was nothing but a large red sun, a beach, unbreathable air, and some last weird big sea crab coming close to gobble the time traveler up. He thrust his machine back into the past. He had seen the end of human life.
If no God of eternal love and eternal life we kid ourselves. We cannot live as if there is no God. We have to substitute something there. We have to make a leap of faith and pretend something is there.
Besides propagate DNA in an absurd game which only lasts so long, what meaning other does human life have ?
Then one day I had heard it for the Nth time and suddenly I understood the music. It was not just a ocean of activity on the ear with various instruments. I remember the pleasure of coming to "understand" the music. Here was a melody. Here he develops it. Here he does this and that with it.
I recall being so intrigued that I wished that such a beautiful work of imagination should live forever. I thought that it was something that should never be gone.
But cosmologist tell us that the whole universe will grow cold and die out into nothingness. All the albums, all the poetry, the novels, the great speeches, the acts of heroism, the acts of help, assistance, pursuits of the noble will end in frozen ashes in the endless darkness some day.
Why?
Nobodies symphony will last forever.
Nobodies empire or lover or mother or country or friends or those helped or those fought for will live forever.
In a existence without God, we are just some freaky accident of luck somehow made to reproduce DNA until the sun dies out and the planet freezes in the dark or is burnt up in red dwarf giant.
H.G. Well's novel "The Time Machine" intrigued me as a young person. But it was rather depressing when the time traveler went to the last days of the earth. There was nothing but a large red sun, a beach, unbreathable air, and some last weird big sea crab coming close to gobble the time traveler up. He thrust his machine back into the past. He had seen the end of human life.
If no God of eternal love and eternal life we kid ourselves. We cannot live as if there is no God. We have to substitute something there. We have to make a leap of faith and pretend something is there.
Besides propagate DNA in an absurd game which only lasts so long, what meaning other does human life have ?