Yesterday was the May long weekend day and I broke my regular routine for that occasion. That is, I made a morning walk, took some pictures, bought a Globe and Mail and cookies! In the afternoon I read and contemplated on the theme that we are all making contributions to our existence as humans, through experience, understanding and discoveries.
I see my own contribution as one towards understanding what human existence is all about and not just about a purpose, but more as to its nature. ‘Workers in the vineyard’, was the New Testament saying that came to mind. In terms of my own symbology - from a long ago dream - I am working with others on uncovering a half submerged Mayan cum Aztec calendar stone.
How to understand our human lives and our existence?
From this contemplation I ‘extracted’ the imperative that I must stick to this work, completing my life’s theme of ‘How to understand our human lives and our existence?’. That has been the theme of human religions since the beginning, but each time faces this question anew. The handed down traditions need to be adapted to the changed situations, which is an ongoing process.
After supper I went by our old house at 3610 Tenth street SW, which is no more. A new chipboard two story construction is half complete as a replacement of our old charming bungalow style home.
To see that old family dwelling gone, is a bit sad still, even after the long ago years of 1974 to 1981, that we lived there. Last Sunday, Jack alerted me to this replacement process, in part because he must have driven by his old and replaced family home. Our homes were diagonally across that ‘William Reed’ school square, but they moved there the same year we left ours.
I find it interesting that those mentioned years hold dearer memories for me than the following thirteen years at 3528 36Ave, SW. We moved to get a bigger house and a lower the mortgage, which worked. It also became the place from which our sons left after highschool to make their start in the world of work.
In 1993 Ina left our marriage and in 1994 we sold the house splitting the proceeds. So those memories, though eventful are not that dear. However, it was for me a start of living on my own again, which turned into a positive experience for me, which it still is.
The writings from Friday are too obscure and I will have to ‘redo’ them, before moving on with my the topic of ‘Anthropogeny’, even though I already have some new ideas for it.