Sep 02, 2011 10:31 PM GMT
I saw this I Love Lucy episode when it first aired on TV. It remains my metaphor for life.
We all travel along a conveyor belt of life. When we start there are many others ahead of us, and we can't see the end. As we get further along, however, we realize there are fewer and fewer ahead of us, and more behind us.
Eventually we see the end of the conveyor belt, where we must fall off. Falling into whatever your own belief system may tell you is the next step, if any.
But the belt never stops, and eventually you reach the end. (I'll not try to make a metaphor for the image of Lucy & Ethel plucking chocolates from the belt for wrapping -- the analogy of a premature demise, perhaps?)
And I think a lot of us don't think about the inevitability of the conveyor belt of life. Rather, we imagine we'll remain static, never moving along, never nearer to the end.
Do any of you really think about your mortality, that you are moving inexorably through time, like on a conveyor belt that you can't stop? And if so, what does that mean to you?