Memories of Life

And a good memory is a serious recognition of this visit to life. Respectful, very, of the then and the now. And to be haunted by it, is also to haunt it. And who is in charge>? Life or this particular life? Or is there a good relationship between the two? There is no escape, and the immediate answers only create questions. And then there is the experience of looking at the lives of others, attempting to perceive what their experiences of this very same thing is. Futile of course, And criticism of others on this same road, leads to more futility. Perhaps it returns one to the emptiness within. And how far can one go, before bringing God into the picture? He is the one who knows when we certainly don't. And he refuses to grant to us the understanding of truth. We are like a dog that is kept on a close rein. And within this closely held rein, we can become overcome with our abilities and what we perceive to be successes. And this is the vanity of an humanity free of God.