Odd forms of comfort

The only certainty is existence.
It is not death.
Death is a horizon. A event that changes state. A change of state does not nullify existence.
Saying that because I existed today and died tomorrow does not negate the fact of my existence nor does it negate the fact of my continued existence, albeit in a changed state.

Humans see things through the lense of perception but that presents false images.
What is, is. And always will be. Even at the death of the universe what was still is. It may have changed its state or configuration multiple times. Even nigh infinite times. But it still is. It still exists and will into eternity.

Only complete non-existence is the opposite of existence. The complete annihilation of existence.

And that does not exist in our reality.

I may be weird. But I find that completely comforting.

The blindfold is sheer, the scales are weighted

I recently stumbled on a question that was asked with incredulity, “Do we deserve the justice system we have?”

And at first blush, the answer must be no. We, as a nation, as a people, do not deserve a justice system plagued by corruption, bias, and racism. All of which are at the very core of this broken system.

But, a second look…and I have to say yes. We deserve this system. We deserve it because while we lament it; While we scream about it; Change our Facebook profile pic and Tweet about it.
When it comes right down to it, we haven’t ripped it out by its roots, lit it and its every remnant on fire and put in place something that actual brings justice.

So, yes. Until we collectively take action and destroy what kills us, lies to us, imprisons us, cages our minds and diminishes our souls…
Yes, we have the justice system we deserve.

And if that doesn’t infuriate you, then you haven’t been paying attention.

One last journey

I may seem callous in the face of death. Like it doesn’t touch me or effect me. And, in many ways, it doesn’t. Because I don’t think of death as a finality.

It is, instead, an inflection point. A transition from one state to another. And for the soul, the beginning of its next journey. From this life to the next. I know this. Blood and bone. It is not belief. Or hope. Or faith. It simply is. And because of that I don’t view death the same way.

But still I mourn. Not for those I love who slip beyond the veil to that next journey. No. I mourn for all of us still left here. Bereft of this person we love. Forced to endure without the beacon of their soul. Lost on these treacherous and hollow shores.

I mourn for us.

But I also am cheered. Whatever pain and hardship this life had offered are gone. And whatever joy and love it offered is carried forth. As they embark on the next journey. May they carry us well. Knowing eternally, they were loved. And they will be missed.

Shared humanity found

Working 100% from home has many many good qualities. Better time management. Uninterrupted workflow. Not having to bring or buy lunch. Throwing on music at whatever volume I want without having to modulate for others. No commute.

But what I miss is the opportunity to be compassionate. To ask someone who is struggling how they are and just listen and be there in the moment with them. That’s something hard to do over chat. Nearly impossible.

I miss those little moments where we get to be just humans being. Those moments are rare but they make a life worth it.

And, while I agree that work should not be family. That doesn’t preclude from finding family at work.