Tadpoles in a well
After watching "Two Days in October," a documentary of the Vietnam War which includes interviews with veterans, their families, and student protesters, I concluded that humans just live in a huge, thick bubble.
We just go about living our lives. As long as something doesn't bother us directly, it doesn't really matter.
There's such a dense reality that nobody in this world will ever understand.
We probably all know that for a fact, and then just sink back into our floating places.
Maybe we're the type that would rather pretend we know it all and that we got it all under control.
That's why superficial lifestyles really get to me. Lies!
It drives me crazy. Everything just screams fake fake fake; I can't even tell what's plastic and what's not.
I want to shout back and make people look at the "big picture," but what is it?
I don't know myself. Even if I knew, is it right?
The smartest in this world can't know for sure.
The possibilities seem endless. The entire universe as we know it may just as well be in a fishbowl.
There's got to be more.
More to history lessons, more to cooking dinner, more to paying taxes.
More to war, more to music, more to stress.
More to life, more to death.
And we'll never really know it.
Textbooks will never teach it.
And in that search for truth, I can only turn to God. My God who speaks truth and is Truth itself.
I'll never know the truth that He knows.
But there must be something good at the end of it all if I'm in accordance with Him.
We just go about living our lives. As long as something doesn't bother us directly, it doesn't really matter.
There's such a dense reality that nobody in this world will ever understand.
We probably all know that for a fact, and then just sink back into our floating places.
Maybe we're the type that would rather pretend we know it all and that we got it all under control.
That's why superficial lifestyles really get to me. Lies!
It drives me crazy. Everything just screams fake fake fake; I can't even tell what's plastic and what's not.
I want to shout back and make people look at the "big picture," but what is it?
I don't know myself. Even if I knew, is it right?
The smartest in this world can't know for sure.
The possibilities seem endless. The entire universe as we know it may just as well be in a fishbowl.
There's got to be more.
More to history lessons, more to cooking dinner, more to paying taxes.
More to war, more to music, more to stress.
More to life, more to death.
And we'll never really know it.
Textbooks will never teach it.
And in that search for truth, I can only turn to God. My God who speaks truth and is Truth itself.
I'll never know the truth that He knows.
But there must be something good at the end of it all if I'm in accordance with Him.