Sometimes, not often enough I suppose, amidst the ordinary joys and tribulations of everyday living – the problems of planning for the immediate future, keeping track of what is going on in this beautiful and hideous world, enjoying a few drinks and laughter with the boys, the abundant joys and occasional trials of family life, the harassment of daily living – the mind does occasionally set upon great questions of life and death.
I once found myself discussing with a young man and his girlfriend the existence of God, or rather whether God exists or not. Strange, now I come to think of it, how it is most often the young – more eager and searching than us older ones whom life has wearied in the heart and worn down in the mind – it is the young who ask these questions – perhaps it is a sign of youth to want to know the big answers; we older ones are content with smaller certainties.
