Table Mountain

Life is not a journey. There us no meaning of life or mission of the Earth.

We’re not going anywhere. We don’t have some destination that we ought to arrive at.

If we were all going somewhere, why then, the Earth would differ from travel?

When you travel you are trying to get somewhere.

The universe, though, doesn’t arrive.

Or so, one day the Earth would stop. “End of the trip approaching. Everybody get off the bus.” She’d say.

If that was the case, all we’ve done would mean nothing once we get ‘there’. The Earth, our World, would just be a big van. A medium.

But that’s not the way this works.

Life and Earth are dancers.

Like in dancing, they’re not aiming at a particular spot in the room because that’s where they will arrive. The whole point of the dancing is the dance.

When we go, we are going somewhere.

And all the time that thing is coming – It’s coming, it’s coming, that great thing. The success you’re working for.

Then what? You wake up one day about 70 years old and you say: “I’ve arrived. I’m there.”

It doesn’t work that way.

Nothing works that way.

Don’t you see? It is not about where we are going, it is about where we are.

Otherwise, sadness will hit one day because we simply cheated ourselves the whole way down the line.

Even if we thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at that end, then what are we doing worrying, yelling, wanting to change things?

Let‘s just be numb passengers on a bus waiting for the final call to arrive.

The Death Van. Full of humans eager to arrive.

No. We’ve missed the point the whole way along.

It was a dance, and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.


Experience Ticket to Ride (Cape Town)

Photos Jorge Abian

Table Mountain
Table Mountain
Table Mountain
Table Mountain
Table Mountain