Death is a turning of the page. Every sinew of my being says there is a God of the next page, there has to be such a joyful place for joy is such a rare earth mineral, here and there but never for very long. Life is about competition yet life has to be more than just scratching at the earth for a place in the sun. Life has to be more than heredity, gene pools and the like. There has to be more.
We arrive
with nothing; we are deserving of nothing and when our page turns, all of us are
nothing or we gain everything. The game does not end on the fifty-yard line, it
is all or nothing. There can be no half way God. Thusly I believe or more
correctly hope. A hope is far beyond wishful thinking, hope is more of an
earned expectation after much searching. This is the universal constant in our
earthly life equation.
When and if
the competitive fires have gone out and the dreams are no more, we alone await
the turning of the page. Wait one minute, some of us scream, that may be the
alive definition that some of us live out but the turning of the page more likely
is a wrecking ball that intrudes into the world of this competitor. Death is an
enemy, a robber that prowls the night, there are dreams yet to be lived. What
say you?
Life is not about justice or fairness, only the fight is guaranteed to us in our world, nothing more. Winning or losing is not the life barometer, the only barometer that makes us alive is our competitive life fight, win or lose. One round or ten rounds, opportunities missed, roads not traveled, applause or condemnation, they all are of little consequence.
The more has to be so much bigger.
G. Goslaw
Landers, Ca.
