I have, presently, and shall always acknowledge that within human potential there resides a spiritual domain. The bridge I cannot cross is the one that suggests that a universe of galactic event horizons, black holes, and quasars has an ideological component. Thus, I do not subscribe to the concept of an unknowable deity governing an impalpable utopia. That said, I do not condone a life ignorant of the virtues of sacrifice and responsibility; a life built on the rubric that the world is one’s personal playground, a domain one should exhaust until all hedonistic tendencies are experienced, damn the consequences and to hell with others, is not a life well lived.
My impetus for sticking around is to partake in what the world has to offer and has been handed down to us through all that our shared humanity has inspired. If you haven’t experienced the uplifting spirit of Sibelius’s 5th Symphony, listen to it. If you’ve yet to immerse yourself in the raw power of Shostakovich’s 11th Symphony – a cinematic depiction of Bloody Sunday – immerse yourself. If you haven’t traversed the majesty of language through great literature, take that journey. Being human is an endless exploration. Give as much as you take; live as long as you can; one sunrise at a time.
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