The Homecoming– At the West End Gallery
Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
—Eugene O’Neill, More Stately Mansions
There are so many things we seek to understand.
Answers to long held questions.
It can be maddening but we always hold out hope that answers will be somehow revealed to us but at some point, we realize that might not happen. Oh, you still keep an eye out for a hint at some sort of illuminating evidence. But it as rare as a winning lottery ticket so you resign yourself to dealing with what is at hand, those things you do know.
Or so they say.
I can’t say that this is the right or wrong way to live one’s life. To each his own.
But maybe it’s that hope for understanding that keeps us alive, that gives our sometimes-drab lives purpose.
However, I do think we need something to live for and the search for some sort of understanding is as good as many others. Hopefully, someday we might find understanding of our existence.
But, as this week’s Sunday Morning Music points out, someday may never come. This is Someday Never Comes from Creedence Clearwater Revival.
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