What does life ask of us?
I am the owner of books which terrify me. I’ve not yet read them, but eagerly acquire these various tomes when I can because I think they might have answers. But then they might simply tell me that I am right about everything that has ever kept me up a night in my life, and this would terrify me. My life is about answering questions, or has been since I’ve become the current incarnation of myself that is terribly troubled by “whys.” Which brings me to my question, what does life ask of us? My supposition is nothing, really, if you take life quite literally, from the alpha to the omega; you are born, and you will die- and in the mean time you will be given the task of survival- and mostly that’s all that is to be done, provided you wish to die later rather than sooner. The trouble comes in when we alter our expectations, I think the ideas of religion, and an after-life, and a soul do more for us altering our expectations than any other set of factors (though the pursuit of material plea