Earth is small, time is fleeting, what happens after this life?

Maybe if I put these thoughts in writing, I'll find a starting place for unravelling the swirling mess of information overload that defines my mind today...

 

*Delayed reaction: I am very sad about the assassination of Benazir Bhutto. It is not only the fact that she was a woman who came out of exile (self-imposed?) to try to make a difference in Pakistan , but that our world will never be civilized enough to talk over our differences and come to a compromise without bloodshed. I'm not talking politics here, and I'm not saying that Bhutto was wrong or right, but I'm lamenting human nature. The world needs deliverance from evil.

 

*People sometimes speak of their souls as if they are bargaining chips. I feel a paper coming on about this one, but let me just hint: to bargain with something that was a gift, when the thing is irreplaceable, is probably the utmost in reckless self-endangerment. It's also an illusion to think we can trade our souls for something else... kind of on the order of "there is no spoon" (a la Matrix).

 

That is all.