„Gratitude is the most beautiful kind of remembrance.
                                                                Music is the most beautiful kind of solace."
                                                                                                                Stefan Bohle

 

The Parable of the Hourglass
by Stefan Bohle

Our existence conforms to legitimate rules of an hourglass; we are not able to halt, to expedite or increase the time given to us, we have to accept it when this time expires. We call our existence "life", however we do not define the part of bygone time which is on the bottom of the hourglass; we just consider Here and Now.

However, an hourglass is created so as to be flipped over to respond to its purpose. What it describes is never absolute, but always relative. We cherish the reasonable hope that our life is more than just pure existence. We may assume that our life continues unalterably up to the law of nature.

The hourglass is a good and suitable symbol of our life: death divides it into a visible and an invisible part. The former can only be given name and control, and as we all humans desire, be kept preserved. The latter will have become comprehensible to us only as soon as we personally pass the narrow tube of the hourglass with our own last grain of time. But the only one thing which is certain enough even now is that love in all its forms, both visible or invisible, will last forever; we may expect it and it lets us be at peace with ourselves.

Perhaps it's not a law, but a universal duty not to ponder much over death, but to make use of our talent as diligently as possible and as long as our time permits; but still first of all is love, the first and foremost law.