The other day, I read a piece in the Huffington Post which suggested that some of us who are alive today may live forever, as we evolve from homo sapiens to homo immortalis.
And I could not help but wonder why anyone would WANT to live forever, at least here on this earthly plane.
If our days were without number, would it not devalue each day that we have?
As I age, I am increasingly aware that each day is precious, ever more so as my store of days diminishes.
I suspect, however, that with unlimited days and years stretching before me, I would waste my days in unappreciative lassitude and laziness.
No, truth be told, I am glad for the limit placed on my time here on earth. It is the urgency of that limit which sets me to creative and productive work every day.
How well I know that I will never have enough time to finish every project, read every book on my list or experience every new place and adventure I would wish. But I will make the most of every moment I am granted....until I am granted no more.
Martha Maria, Aug. 3, 2012
Voracious night devours sweet light
So ends a tender day
In liquid gold , the sky unfolds
The blush of dying rays
And I bear silent witness
To luminous, cosmic death
My span one day diminished
I close my eyes to rest
And pray for resurrection
In this world or the next
Be Well and Good Luck,
copyright Martha Maria, 2012