Nothing new under the sun
There’s nothing new under the sun ….
Every moment is a singular new and unique event
There’s nothing, nothing that is new under the sun
This is the uniqueness of me; joys and pleasures, insights and epiphanies, trials and tribulations, my unique and disparate experience, all so special, so personal, so utterly and mundanely repetitious of all lives throughout the ages. My moment of insight, the glance of a shared moment of love with another, grief and loss, my senses, my memory, unique, exclusive, inimitable, matchless and incomparable, my one and only life stands against history like a mirror reflecting the sameness of a thousand lost replicate images.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil
must give us pause.
This is the paradox of my existence; the wisdom of ancient sages remains unchanged and as real today in each singular moment as it was five thousand years ago. All the accumulation of knowledge, the wealth of information in which we daily drown, changes not one iota of real understanding. Knowledge tries to defeat wisdom, puffing up pride and power, and comes up spluttering, choking, irrelevant in the face of true meaning.
When money disappears, threats emerge, and peace vaporizes in the flood of uncertainty and each singularly stressful moment of the day, what’s left? Only faith, hope, and love.
The end of the matter; all has been heard.
Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man
“… aye, there’s the rub”