Humanity will not long abide the stresses of a chaotic and meaningless mental landscape. It will latch upon an available Rosetta Stone to imbue, organized, and interpret torrential downpours of feelings and perceptions. It will turn to God or idols to attain some sense of stability. Lesser gods will comfort for a season, but will abandon their victims before the piercing honesty of mortality's steady encroachment. "Whoever dies with the most toys wins" is a gung ho boast that disintegrates before curt retorts of finality's laughter. Only by seeking through faith eternity and its values is lasting equanimity won.
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