Dust To Dust

Wednesday, 23 April 2025. At this point in space and time. Alive. Exist in the present. What has happened, the past, let’s be honest, was not good enough. That’s being charitable, to say not good enough. Pretty bad. Nothing of merit. All right, but what about the future? Can that time be redeemed?

Is there anything this speck of cosmic dust can do that would bring meaning to its existence?

If circumstances aligned just right, it’s possible I could save somebody’s life, and if they went on to do something meaningful with that life I would gain some small credit. Barring that, this speck of cosmic dust just swirls around until it is blown into the grave.

Probably being too hard on myself. Is not all human life just static?

This, of course, is just from the temporal/material frame of reference.

If we look back to Golgotha, we reconnect to an Eternal Soul. Everything looks different. The past, the present, the future do not matter. We see through a glass, darkly. Our confusion, our failure, therefore makes sense, and is completely understandable. We can see that we would be pitied for our weakness. So we can say then, yes, Death where is thy sting?