This is my first live blog

This is my first live blog.

I don't know if anyone will ever read this, or if I will even have anything of importance to say. Actually, I will never have anything of importance to say. Just what is one my mind, what is confusing me, what makes me wonder why we all struggle to find happiness when it is just something that we as human beings have constructed to provide meaning to our measly little reality.

As you may notice, I have named this blog "From the moon's surface, we are all one." This titled is both arbitrary and meaningful at the same time.

Arbitrary because I had to choose it; meaningful because today I read an article in the Globe and Mail celebrating all the men who have been to the moon and back, and I now have that infamous picture taken of earth from the moon's surface as the my desktop background. Also, tomorrow is the next full moon.

I have always had a deep interest in the mystery that lies behind that cloudy grey mass of rock that becomes our guiding force of light at earth's darkest hours. The guidance provided by the moon never ceases to amaze me, and continuously offers up a humbling expression of what I can never be: a guiding force to mankind.

There are very few human beings on earth who have or ever will possess the ability to amaze or inspire the majority of billions living on this planet, and only these individuals deserve the same type of cudos that we may grant to the moon.

Outside of these select few, the moon acts as a reminder of our humanity, or rather, or lack of infinity. Our inability, as human beings, to transcend our mortal existence on this planet. While for many conquering the innate transience of our lives may be depressing, or rather, a thought that never crosses their mind, for me, this transience symbolizes our continuous struggle to uncover and hold onto those moments that make life meaningful. This struggle is continuous and also immanent. It exists only in the here and now, with us, as our existence ticks away on this tiny plantet. It is a struggle we will all encounter in our lifetime, and one that none of us can hope to over come.

The reality of our lives is transience; the reality of the moon is not. It moves in and out of our days; swinging from a crescent to a beaming ball of light and back again.

While life's moments slip through our fingers like the sand in an hour glass we can only hope to retain the memories that make life worth living.

The moon, however, in its cycles remains constant: a constant reminder that we are in a continuous state of flux moving ever closer towards death.