We have lived long enough to experience the hollowness of earth and the rottenness of all carnal promises.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.
We have always existed in different forms - carbon, oxygen, water, heat. Maybe Heaven is this brief period when the elements realize they're alive.
I am afforded a bit of easy wonderment in relative comfort as to how humans have lasted so long. Climate- and geography-wise, the planet seems to have little use for us.
This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it's all very temporary.
Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
We seem wired to grieve with greenery. Allowing the dead to dissolve into the earth, to become part of the cycle of the seasons, has, for millennia, held the promise of cheating mortality.
The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.
To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.
We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.
When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.
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