Mary - My Blog

There are so many questions I have been asking since the day I was born - I NEVER got answers! For the umpteenth time, I ask these questions and continue to 'falsely' hope to get answers that will prove my opinions wrong - or in a more specific way - reshape my opinion. I consider myself as being somewhat guilty of being biased (sort of). Why? Because I already have answers running and jumping in my mind. Should my mind ever burst open, I'll advise friends and adversaries as well to stay about a quarter mile away from me. My curiosity has always gotten a good hold of me; I know my mother was quite saddled with the burden of answering my unending questions. At some point, she calmly explained that I would get answers to all my questions when I grow up. She was right to some extent - not because I have the answers - but because I have been made to understand that satiety is quite unreachable. I now know better!

Some questions like: Why is this part of the world cold? Why is this other part hot? Why is the temperature OK in that other place? Why is this place at the receiving end - earth quakes and volcanic eruptions and tons of natural disasters? Why do some people die struggling to achieve a bit of something and others get a whole lot of that same thing without moving? Why do prejudice and stereotype exist? Why do people already have opinions about what they have never seen? Why is this race considered smart and wealthy and perfect? Why is this race considered to be the "savior?" Why are some other people totally frustratingly parasitic and dependent in their relationship with "the savior?" Why will this race die if "the savior" does not intervene? Why is this other race continually maligned and eternally slandered? Why is this other race sick, completely dumb, and totally out of shape? Why is it that one single story is consistently told of this same other race? Why is it that this same other race is never believed to have anything good come out of it?

Consider yourself: Why is it that you're considered the luckiest person in the world when you are permitted to leave your inheritance in order to begin a "new life" of nothing but slavery in some "good place?" Why is it that you are considered to be heavily jinxed when you are refused permission to go to this "good place?" Why is it that you are thankful for the fact that you have now begun to live a "good life" in a place where you are daily haunted by the fear of the unknown? Why are you constantly being accused of trying to be like another when you do things that are quite part of you? When you are smart and healthy and well-learned, you then become 'abnormal' because you are never expected to know 'stuffs' or succeed....Why is it that someone says he was born where you were born and he/she is suddenly pitied and considered as being quite unfortunate? Why is it that you become a 'champion' when you start behaving like those 'superior' people - speaking and living like them? Why is it that you totally adopt some strange personality that is not yours when you visit 'the place?' Why are you being told that you will soon forget your own and adopt "another's?" Why is it that good things are not meant for you? Why.....?? Eternity is insufficient to get all these questions asked talk more of getting answers! If wishes were horses!

I can easily pass for one of 'those people' that strongly believe in relativism. I admit there is no absolute right or wrong; I guess that is the reason for the fact that my eagerness to know gets more intense as minutes go by. My dad always says: "What the adult sees while sitting will forever remain unseen by the toddler even when he climbs the highest mountain." I believe that proverb has a strong connection with Isaac Newton's famous statement of all time: "If I have seen further, it is by climbing on the shoulders of giants." I have climbed on every giant's shoulders; still, I have seen nothing!

As I have always said, I never dare to get involved in any sort of self justification neither do I worry about vindicating myself. I admit, though, that I may be at fault; I am not infallible, and I am open to opinions. I admit I am guilty of the biased motives that I have. But, still, I deserve to get answers; I need answers; I want answers.I expect no Maccabee that will perform wonders, get a total makeover done, or restore complete peace and piety...All I want is a simple answer; a simple answer that will provide an eternal solution; a simple answer that will relieve my burden; a simple answer that will provide a basic explanation for every phenomenal occurrence; a simple answer that will silence me for good.

Let it be told: There is one bitter truth; we will never get answers to some questions until the second coming - the second coming which I patiently await....