Written Friday, August 15, 1997 starting at about 1:30 AM, and ending
     around 1:45 AM.
By Clay Busker

I got to thinking tonight(this morning, whatever), about the point of life.
Now, I don't just mean the eternal question of why exactly are we alive.  I'm
contemplating the point of it.

Now, think about it.  During our lifetime, most people will be born, be
raised by some adult, learn a bit in school, get married, have a child or
two, who repeat the cycle, and then die.  Perhaps we might have left
something for history, perhaps not.  Perhaps our contributions to society
were only on the local level, or were just by being muscles for some
corporate body.

That begs the question, what exactly is the point of it?  Sure, you may leave
something better for the next generation, and the next generation will leave
something better for the following generation, if everything goes well.  So?
It's a never-ending cycle of life and death.  History repeats itself, just
in different ways each time.

I suppose it would easily be solved by the idea that the human race is
merely a more highly developed animal, and survival is our existance, no
less, no more.  Athiests may now stop reading.

On the other hand, conciousness is a tricky thing.  Now, suppose that my
beliefs about christianity prove correct.  Let's make the assumption that
I've lived a good life.  I tried not to commit too many sins, and asked
for forgiveness at every step along the way.  I helped my community and
fellow man.  Most importantly I believe that Jesus died for my sins, and
that the only way I can be saved is by giving my life to him.

I die.  I go to heaven.  Now what?  I spend eternity worshipping and praising
God.  Great.  I'm sure I'm enjoying the heck out of this.  It feels great.
I'm among friends.  All the knowledge of the universe is at my fingertips.
Spiffy.  Now what?  What's the point of it?  Sure, I did everything I had
to do have a nice afterlife.  I enjoyed it at every step along the road, in
this life and the next.

So now I'm spending eternity with the creator of the universe, a rather
inspiring thing.  Great, I'm a little toy soldier that keeps God interested
for a little while longer, because of my free will.  But what have I done
that truly matters?  Or is the point of existence to enjoy myself?  For that
matter, what does God exist for?  I mean, it must get pretty darn boring
knowing everything and being able to do everything.

Of course, maybe that's why we were created in the first place.  Create a
bit of a challenge.  I mean, it's hard to hold back if you can do anything.
Everything else God created moves according to the ultimate law, whatever
it is, but human beings move according to themselves, even if they do tend
to repeat themselves over and over and over again.