Scrambled thoughts

This morning as I was scrambling my eggs, it struck me that its been a while since I last posted. So, I starting thinking about a suitable post - and realized that there was so much I had to say and so little that I had posted. Kinda like the junk I was putting in my omelet. So here are some scrambled thoughts.
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Life is flying by. The days are turning into weeks, the weeks into months, the months into years adding momentum to the snow ball of time. In the blink of an eye life will have gone by - one short tumble down the hill.
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Ever noticed how people react when they watch fireworks? Every big shower of sparks is followed by "That must be the finale ..." - and this starts long before the actual finale. When the finale does arrive, there is a moment of hushed silence, a loud applause and then as the crowd dissipates a sense of "oh... too bad its over".

Oh, but to enjoy the beauty of the moment while it lasts - even if we know that its only transient. Even if we know that its going to be over soon, that it can't last forever, that paradise is gained only to be lost.

Didn't someone say something about "holding eternity in a moment ..."
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So today is supposed to be "Evolution Sunday." The day when the God fearing try to reconcile the theory of evolution with the idea that all we hold dear was indeed created.

I can understand the urge to hold onto the idea of creation - even against our better senses. With creation comes an implicit statement of beginning - which inevitably implies an ending. This mirrors our lives - we are born and we die - our lives are packed in neatly bounded intervals. The story of creation is a construct that helps us comprehend the infinite universe beyond by projecting an image of ourselves and our finite lives on it. It helps us ignore the eternal - even while we acknowledge an omniscient creator.

Evolution - on the other hands sets us adrift on a continuum of millions of years - with no beginning and no end in sight.
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Notice, how folklore has it that the poor are the happiest. Some or all scriptures say (in one form or another) "it is easier for a camel to squeeze through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to get into the kingdom of God." But of course, the story of life is written in the verses that are tied together by strings of greed. Indeed, there is a mad rush to get wealthy. The aforementioned kingdom may not be a preferred destination.

However, in spite of the mixed response, there might be more to it than meets the eye. After all, isn't it true that the more we have, the more we stand to lose. . . that the wealthy cannot sleep in peace, and indeed the poor have nothing to lose.

If we could love just enough ... where we could live without the loved one ... just enough, not too much, not too little. If we could find that sweet spot, then maybe we could have all the wealth in the world and yet not acquire camel like proportions.

But what is it to love, if loss brings no pain - what value is wealth, if it leaves no void?

A camel, staring at the eye of a needle, lost in the dreary desert of want.
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Consider the identity:
n^2 +(n+1) = (n+1)^2 - n
Today this is my identity, for n=5.