Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Does each life have a punchline? Perhaps the day after we all pass away we’ll be picked up, shaken, sprayed off and enlightened by the great whoever in the sky. He or she may show us in no uncertain terms the errors of our ways. How we gave our total allegiance to some childish whim, or devoted our personality to some trait handed down to us from someone else. Our credulity may be shattered as the things we held so dear to us are juxtaposed with the truth.
On a personal concern, I realize that could be me up there some day being scolded. ‘Let me get this straight, Ken. You spent fifty years of your life assuming the existence of this ‘Infinite’ thing and following it – with no proof whatsoever about it being true?’
Think of the myriad punchlines that could be appended to that! But, we all have our ‘set-ups’ for punchline zingers, don’t we? Every word we say, every action we commit, could be the subject of a very funny punchline, assuming we knew the credibility of those set-ups which guided our lives.
Just once, it would be nice to have the punchline come first so we could see and understand the set-up we are really in and not have to be concerned about validity.
Can you imagine how focused life would become if we KNEW what it really was about beforehand? Perhaps ‘uncertainty’ is what is needed for life and its continuance.
Standing in a garage I noticed a twisted, worn, ball of string on the floor. I asked it, ‘Are you the answer to all these questions?’
It replied, ‘I’m a frayed knot.’