The Meaning of Life #Whatever.

Having sorted out the sweet peas and done some painting, I thought I’d sit down and write the Meaning of Life post, only it didn’t work out quite as expected. Once I began to put the words together, things became more complicated than I thought. But then a new strand of perception began to take shape.

It began to look as though the exoteric Judaic tradition confines its view of the relationship between God and Man to the inner wheel of reality – the dense material level. This permits the one-life scenario, God as both immanent and transcendent, and so on. The Vedic tradition, however, goes further out to a more subtle wheel of reality which recognises the Universal Consciousness, the cycle of life, death and rebirth, and God as wholly immanent. And it seemed that the Gnostic tradition is the bridge between the two.

That was interesting, but there are two questions still hanging around:

1) Where does the Pagan tradition fit in?

2) Is there any point in lifelong learning? I mean, learning to ride a bike is useful since it helps in the current life. But what of the gaining of wisdom, which is an ongoing process that lasts the whole of our brief spans, at the end of which all we do is die? Presumably we carry it forward, but what’s the point in that if we’re aiming to get off the wheel of life one day? (Aha! Maybe that's the point.)

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Indeed. Tricky.

So now I’m going to iron the clothes that I washed earlier, and which dried quickly on the line because it’s a warm, sunny, breezy day here.