In our lives we know that we will not be here forever,
Be here forever on this earth.
How long will we be here is an impossible question,
We will never know.
Its like asking what is the highest number,
Or how many snowflakes are in a blizzard.
Questions that can never be answered.
So when we die we do not stop,
It is like putting ink into water
And we expand from this tiny world
Into the unknown expanse of the Universe
Where numbers do not exist
As we float into that unknown infinity
That we will know as eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Good write Gold.
Yet numbers exist in some things. People in jobs-worth jobs meeting targets, sometimes meeting targets in terms of numbers of people, even if the people they number as treated as trash.
Very true Orchi, those numbers do exist.
Andy
The are still doing the Census with the health crisis. Should they postpone it? It's horrible if you offer to help out with the Admin of it (though paid), even if there was no health crisis - no thanks, not for me! I remember the Censuses in 1061 and 1071. In the latter numbers were lower - my fault of course, due to 1066.
'It is like putting ink into water
And we expand from this tiny world'
wonderful imagery, Andy
Thank you Mek, most kind.
Andy
Well done Andy. Yup, this is just one island in a sea of infinite islands. JP
Very true John, thank you.
Andy
Talking points over pints with mates.
Dear God - I do miss them.
Thanks, Andy.
So do I Jerry, important times.
Andy
We all are children of the universe and all it's wonderful mystery.
So very true d a.
Andy
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