Long time....
Well, there is a lengthy time span between the last entry and this one. Yet I feel about this gap the way I have lately been feeling about time--time in the abstract. A day, a month, a year. All are arbitrary measurements based on the revolutionary of an orb spinning through space around a relatively stationary ball of gas. There is really no significance in a new day, a new semester, or even a new year. It is all merely rotation.
And what is rotation, but a circle. There is no progression forward as the planet will eventually return to where it started. So if the human soul and the human experience are intrinsically tied to the spinning of the planets, can we really progress?
I feel as though in the past year that I have grown, and learned, and experienced. Nevertheless, as the new year begins and the new semester approaches, I feel as though I have learned nothing significant. And as though I have only grown to realize that I may ever be the same.
The same problems rain down upon my confused world in the same way the same snow is falling that fell millions of years ago.
Each year is supposed to be a new beginning, but to what end? If there is nothing new under the sun, what worth does human experience hold?
And what is rotation, but a circle. There is no progression forward as the planet will eventually return to where it started. So if the human soul and the human experience are intrinsically tied to the spinning of the planets, can we really progress?
I feel as though in the past year that I have grown, and learned, and experienced. Nevertheless, as the new year begins and the new semester approaches, I feel as though I have learned nothing significant. And as though I have only grown to realize that I may ever be the same.
The same problems rain down upon my confused world in the same way the same snow is falling that fell millions of years ago.
Each year is supposed to be a new beginning, but to what end? If there is nothing new under the sun, what worth does human experience hold?