Monday, August 29, 2011
In our moments of exaltation, swept by the sublimity of music or of a sunrise, we feel that there must be joy at the heart of the universe, and deep intention, yet turning again to the harsh realities of life, with its cruelties and its crushing frustrations, we cannot but ask, if we have any perception, any compassion, any philosophic wonder at all, the ultimate questions: What in the name of sanity is the meaning and purpose of life, over and beyond the obvious, material one of sheer survival? Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going? Why do I suffer? What is my true relationship to other men and women and theirs to me? What is our common relationship to the vast interplay of forces, and perhaps to a supreme force, beyond us and about us?