Life is Useless?

Tim went back to bed after breakfast this morning with the Good Book. I went with him. I have been shaping Tim and Mandy to allow me on the bed to good result. I'm still not permitted there during the night but it's just a matter of time. Anyway, Tim isn't religious but he was in a bit of a mood so he read Ecclesiates out loud to me. It goes like this, "1:2 It is useless, useless said the Philosopher. Life is useless, all useless." I listened to a couple of pages of this misery when he got to, "3:19 A human being is not better of than an animal, because life has no meaning for either." At that I had to get up and walk out. I mean being on the bed is one thing but don't you humans try and draw us non-humans into your existential angst. I went out to the front verandah, lay in the sun and found that life has lots of meaning. I'm sure as soon Tim gets up and takes me out for a walk in the sun he will too see that life is abundant with meaning.

Life is great when there is meaning aplenty.

The Meaning of Life

Yesterday, I was lying on the floor next to the sofa contemplating the meaning of life, Tim was on the sofa doing the same thing and Mandy was out seeing a client. I was getting close to a definitive answer when suddenly I heard Mandy's voice right next to us. I jumped up and gave her an enthusiatic greeting with lots of licks and tail and whole body wags. It is the first time she has snuck in without me realising. (She claims she did no sneaking.) Tim hadn't realised as well until she scratched him gently on the head. I usually hear the car or the back gate or something. Anyway, the meaning of life no longer seemed important compared to Mandy's return.

"Everybody's life really consists of small things."
"A New Earth" Eckhart Tolle

Life is great when your beloved pack member returns home.