Blog Tales

Time

On what we thought was to be our last day in Paris, we wandered the streets of Pere LaChaiesse, a beautiful cemetary in the city where many famous people are buried...

Many people are buried over centuries

We didn't follow any of the maps, but let ourselves get lost amongst the graves and many miniture and grand masoleums...

I asked out loud...

"Why do people have to vandalize things of beauty..."

Milt answered, "because Time decays all things and we are a part of time..."

That set us off on one of the places that we fundamentaly hold great differences...

Working our way through graves we began a heated discussion.

Why is there death? Why, after all the trouble it takes to get here, do we die?

Because that is what happens with ageing and we are are physical beings. All things age.

But why do we age, why do we die, and I'm not asking these questions from a theological point of view. The answers, for me, do not fit. I don't care how mystical, how wonderful, how faith driven, how mythological they are. They do not fit for me. Nor does the horror and terror and suffering that acompanies much of death.