WE WERE ONCE UPON A TIME

If we visted the Louvre would I become an artist?  If I read Tolstoy would I be a writer?  If I sat with Hawking or Feinstein or Newton would I be a physicist?  Of course not. I bring this up to illlustrate a point; self awareness grows from within the man. We can dissect the world, we can describe shudder at the horror and wonder at the beauty. We can attempt to stop it with stereotypes so we can examine phenomena more closely, knowing it dissolves into time and is always a small part of a larger picture.  I wonder if we are a pivot point for thinking about our place in infinite space? We travel out without the completeness of travelling in. Can we ever truely reach objective thinking, as if we can contour heart and head? It may be popular to think the world events are moving faster than we can comprehend but that is an illusion. Events move with us. We are conscious of things moving around us and yet we continue as spots on spectrums. What is right and just, that is for us to decide. Some find somethings easy to acquire. Some find hard work is necessary to acquire.  And why acquire anything at all? We are temporary, in an unending time/space, creating illusions but never able to alter truth. As we age, we begin to define purpose in life, in a desire to reconcile our brief time has not been fettered away but has meaning. Whether our meditation is hoeing rows in the garden, or connecting mind and body awareness, or absorbing beauty through senses, we remind ourselves memories of our past are not our completeness. We learn from life what we need to learn, when we are receptive. Wrapped in the expansion of thinking we call freemasonry, life is audacious. We have no reason to progress and do not deserve happiness, but we do. Contrary or not.