And even that is a story. Some say life is empty and meaningless. This does not mean life is worthless. It means events arrive without fixed meanings attached. We interpret them either intellectually, spiritually, psychologically, or metaphysically, or a concoction of some or all, and then mistake our interpretation for reality. Whatever interpretations make life work are the ones we'll use until they stop working. Life, death, and being are a mystery, and the rest is story. By the way, I agree with your story, but I realize it is just that.
And even that is a story. Some say life is empty and meaningless. This does not mean life is worthless. It means events arrive without fixed meanings attached. We interpret them either intellectually, spiritually, psychologically, or metaphysically, or a concoction of some or all, and then mistake our interpretation for reality. Whatever interpretations make life work are the ones we'll use until they stop working. Life, death, and being are a mystery, and the rest is story. By the way, I agree with your story, but I realize it is just that.
Well said, as usual. Thanks for your wisdom.