The miracle that is Opie….

“To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace.” Milan Kundera

In my world, everything is cinders: the universe is indifferent, uncaring and I am just the most insignificant dust mote possible.

I believe life is essentially a meaningless riddle, something that we, with our finite understanding, could never possibly even begin to understand.

As Alfred Lord Whitehead said, a quote that sends shivers down my spine, “The universe is not only stranger than you image, it is stranger than you CAN imagine.”

So I see life as the ancient South Sea islanders proverb goes: “We are born, we eat sweet potatoes and we die.”

Yes, the purple hum before I was born will be the purple hum after I am gone.

But then there’s Opie.

I don’t know how to reconcile my savagely negative view of existence with the presence of a creature who is to me, pure beauty, total innocence, a rebuttal of all my negative beliefs.

For me, Opie is a miracle, inexplicable and total. His joy in life, the radiance of purity that emanates from him, his sheer sweetness and total Opieness are a sweet, delicate gift that I do not understand, but fully treasure.

I hope I am wrong about my view of the universe only so that the soul of Opie can go on forever, a 17-pound miracle who has made my life an incalculably better place.

Opie, I love you.opie blog.jpg







Author: luzerne2112

As I get older -- and I'm 70 now -- I seem to find more and more that nature is the true source of peace, inspiration and, most of all, the truth the passeth understanding. Though my knowledge is sketchy and superficial, I wanted to share it while I can.

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