“I am absolutely convinced that meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain; meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure. And that is why we find ourselves emptied of meaning with our pantries still full.”

— Ravi Zacharias

It is so easy to accept the lie. Everything around us speaks to it. It calls to us. It begs us to believe that which is presented to our eyes:

The exposed skin. The brilliant teeth. The voluminous smile. The crisp clothing.

Dice rolling. Sun bathing. Mouths laughing.

Everything is perfect. All is fulfilled. Life is beautiful.

Why is it that every attempt we make to create these images in our own lives falls short? Every desire to conform our lives to the projection is left wanting?

Our skin is looser. Our teeth more yellow. Our smile crooked. Our wardrobe creased.

All that seemed beautiful had an ending. The alcohol led to sickness. Then abuse. Sun bathing gave way to possible skin cancer.

Friends who smiled in the past, cried at the death of a spouse. Youth was consumed by age. And beauty was overcome by wrinkles.

And the lie was exposed. But we only had the lie. And thus we were exposed with it. Hovering over an abyss with no footing. No rope. Hanging breathlessly over eternity.

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