Feb 11, 2013 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries, Reading, Writing, Thinking, Teaching and Learning

Words create an alternate reality.

This is how we re-create our passing seconds, minutes, hours, years.  Forever sloughing off our past selves, we clutch at a memory of what we thought we were, and re-build it lovingly, hoping to freeze-frame it.  How much of it is Platonically real?

I like it, though.

My worded reality offers more nuance, or a more ordered, less chaotic, more neatly arranged nuance to the setting of my days.

We all know this secret — life truly has no meaning.  Life’s meaning is always sculpted by us, its artisans.

So, today went by.  There was some work, some food, some musing, some sledding with daughter, some lazing, some blogging, and now, in a few minutes, more work.  Soon, there will be some music together, some hugs and kisses, daughter’s bedtime, and more work before we retire for the night.

So, it will go.  And I will have not much to show for it, except memories which will be overlaid with more memories, and this, the sum of my day today.

It was fun while it lasted.

If I didn’t want to have a Hindu death ceremony at the end of my life (many decades from now, don’t worry!) I would opt, instead, for a grave, on which would be inscribed this epitaph: Yes, it was fun while it lasted.

Tags: alternate reality, Epitaph, reality, the meaning of life