Philosophical Life

Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. Maybe it's not in that particular order, but all three are components that must be included to make any written item a story.

A writer has the power over a story. They create the beginning, a world, a character. Life. They make the mould that characters are based on, and the world they live and breathe in, and forms them into whatever they are supposed to be. They then go along through their imaginary life, as a character in a story, following a path written on paper, but not set in stone. They reach towards the end, which is usually pre-determined, but not always. It depends on the author, doesn't it? Often the story, the middle, is adjusted to how the character is progressing.

Well, are we not like that?

We seem to be built from one mould, imperfections riddle us with differences, but essentially we are the same. Human. We go through our lives, after being created. We are brought into this life not through choice, but through necessity. We are all characters in this story we call existence. God is our author, whoever or whatever he, or it, is. The characters in the story you write do not understand their existence anymore than we do. God controls our destiny. Our beginning, middle and end. Our story.

We are Gods amongst men.

We are writers, we create, give life to that which would not have existed otherwise. We have a world, and personalities. We are individuals, just as our characters are. Our characters progress and grow, eventually to have their life, their story, end.

So must ours. Are we like the characters we create? Are we pawns of a writer, with an imagination such as that of the writers in this world? Our story is not set in stone, things change as 'God' decides for our individuality to push us towards a logical end.

Do we ever consider what happens to that world we created for one story, after it has ended? Does it disappear? Or does in continue? Does it live on, after the origional story ends, leaving the characters, the individuals, to continue through their lives pointlessly aiming for an end that will never come? Unless we continue writing, we have no power over the world that has been left. The world existed before the story, but it was created by the author for the use of his character. After it has ended, well...

Maybe, just maybe, 'Gods' story was about Jesus. A man with power, a leader, existing for the use of his father, his creator. 'God' led him through his life, leading him through different parts. Forcefully altered the world he created, going agaist rules he put in place, to ensure the beginning of this characters story, then leading him through the middle, to his end. That story has ended. Are we what is left? A doomed world, never to end, just to continue through the middle for eternity?

Is there any point to our lives?

An example is Tolkien. He wrote Lord of the Rings. That story ended. But somewhere, do those characters still exist? Through fan fiction, others in that world have stories. Maybe not as spectacular as the original, but still stories. But the origional was never continued. Does Gandalf, Frodo and Sam still exist somewhere out there?

Going along the lines of 'there is only one God', there can be no fan fiction. Does that mean we shouldn't exist? Or are we living in the eternal middle?

Physics would say that there is an inevitable end. The sun is expanding, the world cannot survive forever. As i have mentioned before, stories do not all go in in the beginning, middle, end order. Maybe the beginning of 'Gods' book was the end. The Big Bang. It is both the beginning and the end. Maybe we are still going in the story of Jesus. Maybe the book was written up to the point that the Big Bang happens, forcing us back to the beginning again. A circular story.

Whatever we say, the evidence will always be inconclusive. Nobody will live through the Big Bang. We will either reach the end, or continue along the middle.

Are we just a closed book?