Meaning of Life.

Over the years I have been fascinated by religious views and one day I thought the last words of Jesus Christ on the cross would give some insight as to the meaning of life. On research it was interesting to note that of the four gospels reported in the bible one clearly was the bed rock of Christian belief of life after death. To me it was a surprise that the important words in Luke were not supported or repeated in the other three gospels and in fact Luke did not mention “My God, my God why have you forsaken me?” This was in both Matthew and Mark gospels. I myself was looking for some collectively supported fact which could be noted in all the gospels. I was rather interested by the fact that collectively the four gospels each had their own interpretation. On thinking about the disparity of words reported to have been said by Jesus Christ I remembered an experiment conducted on an audience.

The audience had no advance knowledge as to what they would see. An actor burst on to the stage carrying a gun. At point blank range he fired several shots at the compare who had been standing at the heart of the stage. After the gunman had left the compare reassured everybody he was not hurt and then tried to get a reliable record of the events that had just taken place. He wrote the answers on a large board so everybody could see. The answers went from the gunman was; young, old, tall, short, fat, thin, bald, wearing a hat, Ski mask, a woman wearing a wig, walked with a limp, did not say anything, shouted abuse. The gunman fired anything from one to ten shots. At the end the compare explained that it was a demonstration to show how unreliable reports can be even from a witness immediately after the event.

I have come to the conclusion it is the value of good created or supported by a belief that has an important meaning. So the meaning of life is what I think it is. Of course I listen to other people's ideas and views. At the same time I remember that books on morality are printed and constructed by an author who must have had their own particular type of experience of life.

I have one final thought should the meaning of life be an opportunity to ensure an immortal afterlife? I am put in mind of Dorian Gray who fell in love with his portrait and was envious that the picture would retain his good looks while his own body would age. He fervently wished not to grow old and retain his appearance. After his wish was granted the consequence did not please him. I must be careful with what I wish for.