Friday, January 07, 2005

Midnight Musings

I've noticed that as I grow older I find myself turning more and more to religion
and my faith for answers and explanations to the twists and turns of life. Could it be, that as I begin to contemplate my own mortality, I find I need some assurance that this , body of flesh,and bone, is not all there is to me . Am I subconsciously grasping for proof or at least hope, that even as my body fails, my spirit will live on? If so, why? Why do I feel the need to continue on , even after the physical life is over?
Is this much the same as those who in middle age suddenly develop an interest in genealogy? Are they too searching for a connection that cannot be broken even by death?
Why are we not content to live this life to its fullest and when it's over, it's over?
I think about these things late at night when the house is quiet and I cannot sleep.


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