Tuesday, September 05, 2006

A Little Soul; A Lotta Rot

I recently heard a quote that put things into a lasercut clarity. It goes like this:

You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.

- Epictetus. Greek philosopher associated with the Stoics, AD 55-c.135

Man appears on the scene of time in his arrogance assuming he is immortal like his creator. He assumes that he can do anything, be anybody, conquer any foe. Even worse; he trumpets that he can control himself. Like blades of grass, we spring up young and strong.

Like trees, we grow strong and tall and bear fruit. Like a city after the worst flood, time washes it all away leaving no hint of anything before. Our time is limited. That is the nature of things. Thus far it cannot be changed and if we really thought about it and could; would we?

Everybody cries. Everybody eats. Everybody expells. Everybody dies. If our souls have any energy left after carrying a corpse around for it's sentenced time; what freedom lies north?


1 comment:

the fourth person said...

the dead don't need no heaven and the living already have their hell..
the fourth person

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