Today, I am 42. Do you know what the signifigance of 42 is?
According to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a race of vast pan-dimensional hyper-intelligent beings constructed the second greatest computer in all of time and space, Deep Thought, to calculate The Ultimate Answer to The Great Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Distracted by a demarcation dispute with two philosophers, a "simple answer"is requested. After seven and a half million years of computing cycles, Deep Thought's answer is: forty two.
-"I think the problem is that the question was too broadly based..."
-"Forty two?!" yelled Loonquawl. "Is that all you've got to show for seven and a half million years' work?"
-"I checked it very thoroughly," said the computer, "and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is."
Well, as I ponder turning 42 today, I believe that Deep Thought was correct...I don't really know what the question is.
Not to get too philisophical, but I seem to always be searching for the answers, but the question is what is really elusive.
Captain Picard (ALERT: Star Trek Reference Approaching) put it best in the movie Generations: "I fear I have more years behind me than in front of me."
How many of us spend it all searching, and none of it enjoying? Mary Kay (Yes, the Cosmetic Queen) once said that too many people die with their music still inside.
Wow. What a cool, and true, thought.
As the years whip by, it's hard not to feel regret for lost moments and opportunities. But, If the good Book (the Bible, not "The Big Bathroom Book of Jokes IV") taught us anything, it's that God absolutely does not want us to live in the past. Regret is futile, and harmful.
So, on this brisk Kentucky Fall day, I will celebrate the fact that humanity has been blessed to know me for the past 42 years. I will not ponder my failings and faults, and I will not feel old today. I will treat it like a re-birth!
That is, if a slice of quadruple chocolate fudge cake with caramel-coconut frosting doesn't kill me first!
After a lengthy sabatical, he sits in front of his computer, fingers ready at the keyboard. So much to say...so much to write. Topics race wildly through his mind, each fighting for the right to take their rightful place on the field of honor...the blog. Many will read the entries. Some will cry. Some will laugh. But one thing is certain...he must write, because he is...the Media Pastor.
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