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I sometimes take comfort in the idea that we are moving through time like particles of dust in a seemingly random and haphazard way. Our lives can be reduced down to these and those metaphors to offer some kind of explanation about the grand scheme of things. There are so many ideas about our existence, how and who we are, where we came from, where we are going. Ideas as diverse as us. It soon becomes apparent to me that it doesn’t really matter if you believe in a Biblical or Q’uranic divine creator, or that we are reincarnated beings, or we are here simply by chance. What matters is that these ideas exist.

Within each of our beliefs there seems to be a common theme, one that speaks of a journey which often encompasses elements from the external world as well as the internal one. Within these journeys, there are lessons or thoughts about how we could or should live our lives. Some times this can be overwhelming and creates conflicts not only between people and cultures, but within our own psyches. I guess, this could possibly support Freud’s ideas about the psychopathology of everyday life, or at least one of its many possible sources.

If anything can be taken from this with regard to our understanding of what it is to be human, to be a person (without any judgments) is that perhaps it doesn’t really matter what you believe, but that you believe in something. That in it self raises more questions than it answers, this in my very small opinion should be embraced if only to further our sense of self and individual thought.

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