Busy! Busy! Busy! We are all so very busy building our own personal Heaven on Earth. But soon the hand of the Almighty reaches down from the clouds, pinches you by the scruff of the neck and lifts you away, and with a deep, gentle voice whispers: “It’s time to go.”
Everything you’ve ever built for yourself; everything you’ve ever gathered to your self – right down to your socks and underwear, is left behind; detritis for someone else to deal with; and all the works of man eventually crumble to dust.
Most human activity has nothing whatsoever to do with survival, but we continue to struggle feverishly, building our little Heaven on Earth. We can’t decide between what is needed and what is not. What is needed is neglected and what is not is just so much pollution and waste. Most human activity is pointless and silly. I would laugh if not for the damage it does.