|Delving into the Intangibles|
At a certain age, not a few people seem driven by a strong urge to discover their roots and learn about their family’s past––something they did not think of doing when young.
Recently I heard that professional genealogists undertake research jobs at the request of clients.
My older friends living abroad are no exception: they visit the countries where they or their ancestors were born and have encounters and make unexpected discoveries. Some are thrilled to see their family stories emerge bit by bit, like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and take shape.
we gain from this is something that we are able somehow to see, which leads us
to ponder, as an extension of this reconstructed past, where we are going next?
there is no way of proving the immortality of the soul, it would be arrogant to
claim that only the human species is privileged with it.
The dualism of Heaven and Hell hardly explains all the tangible things in flux through the endless circle of birth, death, and rebirth.
are we coming from, and where are we going: from “the dark” and back to “the
Given the fact that we stay in this world for only 0.18 of a “universe” second, born from the great eternal universe before rejoining it again, a reconstructed family tree, spanning several generations, appeals as an interesting jigsaw puzzle that we can know.
For the same reason, no one can give a correct answer to the larger question. I cannot answer the question but am left to stare at a black page. I have come to realize that we who are located in tangible existence cannot provide answers to intangible questions.
As one ponders, “Where did we come from, and where are we going?” the realization comes to us that “We are given life at this particular moment.” This seems to be precisely the great gift that the universe bestows on us. So we must treasure and cherish it.
The notion that we are going back on equal terms, by God who are even handed, to the vast universe provides us with a sense of relief.
I have made up my mind to give myself to the plan of the universe without
impatiently striving for a quick answer, it may be because I am feeling older.
Am I getting wiser because of my age? Or is this simply resignation?