Isn't it obvious that words are everything and everywhere? You could say with some accuracy that we are a compilation of words. The words which we heard of course, but more importantly, are the words which are of the truth. This is wisdom.
No one would disagree that we gravitate naturally toward what is true, and cast off what is not. Why hold dear to a lie? In truth there is the light of Life, truth is the way to go, for in truth we find life. Survival is a natural instinct, it has been so from the beginning of each of us. For in our hearts is stamped the foreknowledge that we understand that truth is the essence of life, and that death comes from resistance of acknowledging that at any and all costs.
Though certainly a part of the cycle of life, death is the end of of all that is. When there is no sense of self, there is no life. After all, a rock is a rock is a rock. In the famous final scene of the movie, Quasi Moto, the bell ringer at Notre Dame, has come to the place seemingly completely of no hope or future, and so he chose willingly to be a dead thing, rather than himself alive in this world in which he knew nothing but cruelty and shame. Holding onto a concrete gargoyle, he says to the lifeless sculpture, Why was I not made of stone like thee? The hope of life for this deaf and unloved man was far from him, and his feelings of loneliness and absolute worthlessness, led him to consider such a fate as to have never have lived at all. Without any real purpose but of that of playing a fool a for the entertainment of cruel people, left him without a meaningful purpose, something so important for a healthy life.
We however naturally gravitate to truth, for in it is life and the secret of the purpose of this existence. But for a life that struggles against the natural pull to the center, are those who unknowingly for most, choose instead, a death devoid of all meaning, a life of lies and the short term gains made possible by accepting what is untrue becomes them. They become fascinated by the shiny baubles so common to this world and so they choose false things and a misguided worship of the gods of this world. And by this decision and because of their defiant ignorance, they choose death over life; and death, as is life, are eternal. And so like the poor bell ringer in the story, they will become like what he longed for, they will become like the rocks. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. The only difference, is that the rocks did not choose eternal nothingness. But they who once were alive, and once understood that life is worth so much more than is death, will become what they chose while alive in this life and become like the rocks and stones, eternally dead. For a rock is a rock and forever a rock.
