The meaninglessness of life.

The meaninglessness of life is a direct consequence of the merging of days. Days become more days and these become weeks, then months and then years. The years turn to a decade and the decades to a generation. Very soon you are in mid life crisis. Old age then sets in. You reminisce of what was and what might have been. Softly softly, you go out - your flame dies your mortal body dissolves - you who once was no longer is. End of chapter.

What is the merging of days and how can we elude this evil?

The merging of days is a direct consequence of procrastination, of not seizing the moment, of mediocrity, of not discerning that which is necessary for your earth-walk. The merging of days results from not knowing and not knowing that we do not yet know - of not knowing what to know and compounding this by not knowing still. It is a direct consequence of ignorance - of not knowing where to go, and not knowing how to get there.

I have often pondered which was more grievous a sin:

I decided the latter was a grievous thing under the sun - because knowing where to go late in life, when all the passions and emotions have been stilled, leaves a loud question: How to get the tired creaking body started on this journey of a thousand miles? Grievous because the faltering steps of the aged as they embark upon this gargantuan journey provokes derision from the ranks of theose who were twenty five when you were born and still are 25 years old (even as dribble outs itself from the side of your drooping geriatric mouth).

They despise you because they curried your friendship - in your prime they wanted to run with you but you had no time for them....

....being the brave warrior you are, you start your mighty journey - paying no attention to the mockery of the angels. The journey will be long, the pain excruciating, but it is your portion. You should have known where to go and how to get there but in your youth, you procrastinated - your ignorance masked by the disco culture - the harbinger of the merging of days and the masking of purposes. You thought you knew it all. Now you have to pay. The morning after the night before was your chance to escape the merging of days but you underlined it. You laughed and admonished others as you had been admonished: "Avoid a hangover - stay drunk" so you stayed drunk and your days became merged and you were robbed of your profundity, your edge, and your sharpness.

You dreamt great dreams like all men before you and all to come; but you had no conviction to reach out and grab the dream.

Flat on your face, you sought to merge your weeks nay months. You dropped out. You short circuited your journey to Nirvana. Nirvana??? Apparently no one had told you that the biblical kingdom of God suffered violence and it was the violent who took it - by force. It was not a concession rather it is a reward. Just like the treasure chest at the end of the proverbial rainbow, you had to follow the rainbow first - surmounting all obstacles which lay between you and the end of the rainbow.

Dear Rip van Winkle, Your Dadda left you a lot of fertile land. But you worked the land three days outta seven. You were a nice guy no doubt. You would bend over to please all of your neighbors - but your children went hungry. Your wife too. And after you'd slept for twenty years you suddenly realized you had merged your life in one enchanted merged nights rest. Poor old useless Rip Van Winkle.

"How do I arrest the merging of days?" I hear you ask?

"I do not have a damn clue"

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