From sunrise to sunset… from the cradle to the grave… the sum total of a human life, powerfully depicted in these four images.
Life is short even if, in God’s providence, we live long (and that is certainly not guaranteed for any of us). I thought of this image when I wrote about my friend Gary yesterday. Continued below…
I wish I knew who created the image. I’ve seen it on StumbleUpon many times, but have never been able to find its author. I would not only like to give them credit for it, but also to thank them for a poignant visual reminder of the brevity of life.
If I were to label the individual panels I would call them Beginnings, Love, Loss, Death. I’m 53. I’ve tasted, either directly or vicariously, all of these experiences, and I will eventually taste death for myself. But that’s okay. This world is not my home.
Once again I’m reminded of the words of C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity.
I quoted part of this in a previous post, which prompted a spirited discussion in the comments. (I encourage you to read that discussion.) Here is the quote, expanded to include more of its original context.
Creatures are not born with desires unless satisfaction for those desires exists. A baby feels hunger: well, there is such a thing as food. A duckling wants to swim: well, there is such a thing as water. Men feel sexual desire: well, there is such a thing as sex. If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. If none of my earthly pleasures satisfy it, that does not prove that the universe is a fraud. Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing. If that is so, I must take care, on the one hand, never to despise, or be unthankful for, these earthly blessings, and on the other, never to mistake them for the something else of which they are only a kind of copy, or echo, or mirage. I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same.
With that, I am pressing on to my true country, preparing to leave behind these Shadowlands, and helping as many others as I can to do the same.