A Sister Lucile Randon GOOD MORNING!!! to you all! Yup, she passed away at the spry young age of 118. One hundred and eighteen years. Which, in biblical terms, she was just a baby compared to Noah who died at 900+ years. Can you imagine?
What Would You Do Ed-vise today. Cause it’s WEDNESDAY! And I do love WEDNESDAYS!
Can you imagine living 900 years?
What Would You Do if you were going to live that long.
Currently, our years are numbered in the late 70 to 80s. 90 is pretty far up there. 100s? Man! That’s up there! Spousal Support Unit will probably get into the 100s IF Newbie keeps the ants from coming in the house to a minimum. Inside joke!
There is a lot of research and work being done on ant-aging and extending life.
I would prefer that they do research on QUALITY of life versus QUANTITY.
What I mean is, I see many elderly folks who are just plain broken down. Walkers and wheel chairs to keep them moving. Caused by whatever life dished out to them.
I think, in Noah’s time, despite a massive flood that wiped out most of the world, life was much more agrarian than anything. Nomadic possibly. The physical toils of surviving off what the earth provided made the body hard and the mind sharp. Don’t believe me? Spend a few days working on a farm during harvest time. You’ll learn about muscles you never knew you had.
The mind was sharp because you had to pay attention to various signs in nature. Signs of danger, or, a massive flood that would require the building of an arc 300 cubits by 80 cubits by 40 cubits…BY HAND!
Ahh the “Good ‘Ol Days.” Can you imagine conversations like that happening after the flood at the local pub? “I sure do miss the days when nothing but rain came down and flooded the whole world.”
Back to the scenario of living for 900+ years.
What Would You Do with that kind of time? Hard to imagine. I heard one philosopher on a podcast say that more of “NOTHING” would get done.
I suppose if you idle the day away scrolling through social media or fighting with the teen at the checkout counter, your 900+ years would be miserable. But, if you spend your days trying to be the person a stranger would do CPR on, I guess it wouldn’t be so bad.
I’m just saying
That’s it for today. Be the person a stranger would do CPR on. Check in on each other and remember a the name of German masseuses’:…HANS! HAHAHHAHAHAHA…guten-one!