Existence is not a subject of celebration, because it is only existence. It is not quite life but a facsimile, a representation, an almost state. It reflects, or maybe distorts, what ought to be mirrored. Yet for many it suffices, perhaps because we are unsure of life. Unsure what it is, or should be, and afraid to find out. Life, we may fear, is too great a risk, too much of a challenge.
We share existence with rocks, trees and dirt. Life is something else and it calls for a truer response. It is what we share with God. It may be a frightening and uncertain thing, and it may force a leap into reality a little too real.
But safe as it is, existence will not suffice. It offers only security. It is too safe and over sure. It is too incomplete, too much outside. It calls for no risk, no change, no humanity. It compels no honesty and offers only survival as its reward.
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