“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.