Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach. They say that man uses only a tenth of his brain power. Another percent, and we might actually be worthy of God's image. Unless, of course, that day has already arrived. The Human Genome Project has discovered that tiny variations in man's genetic code are taking place at increasingly rapid rates. Teleportation, levitation, tissue regeneration. Is this outside the realm of possibility? Or is man entering a new gateway to evolution? Is he finally standing at the threshold to true human potential?
In this world we live in, the only constant is change. Only when we learn to cope with life's changes, can we adapt, learn, evolve and ultimately survive.
Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are they? Why me and not others? Why now? What does it all mean? Is life really about making money, procreation and leaving a legacy?
Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What's our purpose, if not to be born, to live, to study, to work, have a family, fall sick and die? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not doubting, not yearning. Just accepting. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. To be curious, always. Inquisitive about the meaning of life. That's human nature.
You do not choose your destiny, it chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure...that you are the instrument of flawless Design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The chosen One learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way.
The Earth is big. Big enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the Earth. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped.
We are, if anything, creatures of habit. Drawn to the safety and the comfort of the similar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe? When the fear that we've been desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live?
In the beginning there was discovery. A confusion of elements. The first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces, made familiar. New nightmares, to challenge sleep. New friends, to feel safe with. Only then comes control. To feel safe and secure among familiar souls while we make sense of the chaos that's going on around us. Violence, school gunning, suicide bombs, floods, hunger, global warming and terrorism. I think, most of us, deep down, is sensing something's not quite right with this planet. The need to impose order unto chaos, through familiarity through determination, through study, through struggle. All in defiance of a thundering truth, they’re here. And the earth shudders underfoot.
To destiny. May we recognize it when we see it.
