Rollo Del Tomebamba XXIII — A Dialogue With Life

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

d6ad4d51-30a4-4ae6-a93a-f2c61125a3f6A Dialogue With Life

Me: How long have you existed?

Life: Well. That is a tricky question. Do you mean how long “Life” meaning me, has existed or are you asking how long life, again meaning “Moi” has existed as you? 

Me: Why do you have to make it so complicated?

Life: Because I am.

Me: Okay. How long have you existed as you?

Life: Eternally forever.

Me: Eternally forever? That sounds just a bit ambiguous, but okay. Let’s keep going. How long have you existed as me?

Life: Eternally forever.

Me: How is that possible since all life has a beginning and an end? My life will end at some point in the future. I cannot have both a foreknown ending and an eternal forever.

Life: Maybe that is because you still believe in time.

Me: Wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me time does not exist?

Life: The eternal forever cannot be divided and has no beginning or end. It is and has always been. Time did not exist until you created it. There is only the eternity of this moment. No ending. No beginning. No time in between.

Me: You mean I will always exist as a manifestation of you?

Life: Yes.

Me: I wonder what Death has to say about that?

Life: I do not know. You would have to ask him.


Cuenca Street Art

Random thoughts and experiences while I walk and live to The Roll of the Rio Tomebamba. 



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