A mystery it is, that we seemingly were generated into time, out of an abyss of nothingness, into a world far more ancient than ourselves, of which has witnessed the generation of substance, and subversion into ashes of countless hylomorphic rational beings, whom in their toil made many things, and left remnants of their presence here, for time and new generations to see, but not care.
“Ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos, et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te.” (Psalmus 38:6)
We were never needed, this ancient Earth existed, and will continue to exist, prior and posterior to our short time here; and yet, here we are. If we were never needed, how could the purpose of our existence in necessity be anything but an invitation to stewardship: which presupposes wisdom; which presupposes reason: which presupposes active study. Otherwise, whatever our hands touch will destroy, when it is devoid of reason, of wisdom.
“Verumtamen universa vanitas, omnis homo vivens.” (Psalmus 38:6)
I think this is evident by the way this ancient Earth is treated by us, this home of ours, in which we have cast aside our reasoning and seem to exploit in perpetuum, whilst rejecting the very invitatory vocation we were purposefully designed to assume responsibility of. They speak of going to Mars, and for what? As space is a vacuum, so any community devoid of reason, philosophy, wisdom, and theology, would be also of a vacuum, that by natural consequence, could be filled by something unbelievably devastating, privative, and contrary to reason.
The end would be the same though, after running that irrational course, a man would simply return to ashes and make room for the next generative hylomorphic being. Would that one, continue the damage done, or willfully break the cycle, and walk the paths of the ancients? Only time will tell, and time seems to be something that is merely accidental to the Earth we’ve come into.
Quid superbit terra et cinis? (Ecclesiasticus 10:9)
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