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sound and fury

I’ve been reflecting recently on some of the ideas of the great philosophers like Spinoza, Pascal and Sartre and have been featuring those short vignette videos on their thinking. Life is very confusing and religion can provide some of us with a cushion to quell our fears and give us that guarantee that St Peter will be waiting for us at the pearly gates when it’s our turn to cross over.

In truth we don’t know anything about what is going to happen to the energy that makes us who we are, and the only thing I have succeeded in doing is using logic to convince myself that there is massive intelligence behind creation. There is also a great will on the part of humankind to instill peace and harmony to our existence which seems always on the brink of some form of collapse before stepping away from the precipice.

Hence, the simplistic religious belief of my childhood has morphed into a kind of spirituality that blends my scientific education with observations on human behavior which can include great acts of altruism but also of massive ignorance and stupidity. The latter is borne out of insecurity and fear because a being devoid of these maladies will always opt for the kindness which seems to be the default programming as we arrive into this world.

Life is full of suffering and yet that infirmity leads us to places of growth. The more I witness people whose existence seems replete with misery, the more I am astounded by their resilience and level of contentment. It is like the searing pain makes us appreciate its absence all the more once we have returned to normalcy.

In Macbeth, Shakespeare writes:

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”

It can seem that way sometimes but then there are also times when we will catch small glimpses of the divine and find that this is simply not the case.

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