Sunsets and the unknown

We're all up against the unknown here in this life. We haven't got now truly rational minds in spite of the logicians or the ancient philosophers and the insights of Aristotle and Socrates. We have delicate minds subjected to nature and to the calamity of a confusion formed through the various beliefs we have. The organization of ideas of mind into the various combinations of directives and directions means that we haven't the inherent ability to see our way out of ideas always. We haven’t come yet to a place where we really know ourselves or what is what. 

 Some ideas we face are more diabolical then others in this life too. Some thought pursues the beautiful, the just, by pursuing hope, virtue, morality, and love. Yet mankind hasn't the make up that we can all balance our lives in these pursuits as we continue to go about life by way of often illusion and self deception. We go blindly down roads chasing the opposite way in our ideas.

Evil therefore promotes itself all this time through various intellectual circles with a real persuasion. Soon enough, predictably enough as always, another blood fest then sweeps up generations in an endless but predictable cycle of wars and their utter meaninglessness. These effects haunt us in our sometimes sorry existences.

We don't know where we’re going the whole time in life as we stare into the vacuous unknown of unending space and as we look at the cemeteries along the roads or when we break down at our mothers lifeless body in the cancer ward of the local hospital.

We still gaze at sunsets though sometimes on our journey. Some of us hope for the good and try to be good. Yet we are quick to abandon other societies in the process by denying the validity and the worth of those other experiences, however misguided they may be, instead of understanding that what we’re really all up against the mysterious and finding compassion. We’re all also really worthy of love and hope.