“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
“The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.”
From the first moment I found out about the passing of Robin Williams, this line has been stuck in my head. Over and over and over it plays.
“’Why did God give free will to human beings?’ Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes love possible. A world of robots would hardly be worth creating. God has designed his high creatures for the happiness of being voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight, of which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is but a dim reflection. To enjoy such a love, human beings must be free.”
~ C.S. Lewis
Free will… It’s what makes us human. This ability to, ultimately, do what we want is an amazing gift.