It’s an ongoing project, this who. And the question why here, which necessarily brings its entourage of related questions: where is here, what is this trajectory. Why suffer. What beauty. What truth. Remember. Forget. Give it all up. Let it bowl you over again. Try other selves. Notice other suns. Wrestle angels. Demons, too. Hear the chorus. Then the individual breaths. Notice yours among these: now it is distinct, now it blends into the others, now it is missing, now it returns. The work is no good for finishing, but at least the company is lively. What an ensemble. At the end, death calls on each of us, ready or not. Until then, this is something to do.
“Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you’re alive, it isn’t.”—Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
Thomas, I loved this book! It has been many years since I read it. Thank you for bringing me back : ). Have a great day.
One of my all-time favorites! 😀
Illusions is one of my all-time favorite books! Have you read Illusions II?
I wonder. It seems like I would have read everything I could find by Bach after finding him. But this was decades ago. They would probably both seem new to me if I read them now : ) Thanks for bringing this to my attention! (again, maybe. . . )
Stacy,
Yes, it is something to do. Living, I mean. Beats the alternative … as far as I know. But I could be wrong. Frequently am. Ask me again when I’m dead. Mona
: ) Thanks, Mona!