Chariots of Fire

I caught a glimpse of Andrea Bochelli's take on the Olympics.

"...all this is nothing if you do not realize that the strongest muscle is the heart."

All very inspiring and feel-good. But highly dissatisfying. So what? We believe so greatly in the beauty of the human spirit and the strength of the human will. We harp on humanity's innate goodness and the satisfying nature of charity, love and reaching out.

But what's the point? where's the fulfilment? If it only lasts for the moment, even if the moment is a century, how can it be of any value?

Humanity has had a history of never being enough. Of lacking, of falling, of being depressingly hopeless. The little spurts of 'nicety' fade away and are immediately overshadowed by our natural nature of selfishness, solipsism and short-sightedness.

Ever Mr Dalai Lama's furry 'Here and Now' path to contentment feels imcomplete and inadequate next to eternity.

There's a need to go further, to be more, to be long-lasting, to be able, to be strong, to be pure, to be beyond, to be... infinite

And there's only one way.