So, following on from last week’s entry, your life on earth is borrowed, your possessions are borrowed, the atoms in your body are all borrowed, your every waking (and sleeping) moment is borrowed, entrusted to you.
This reminded me of the words of the Inquisitor from Red Dwarf:
“You have been granted the greatest gift of all, the gift of life. Tell me, what have you done to deserve this superlative good fortune?”
It is a sobering question, because the honest answer is nothing. Life has been granted to us not out of obligation to us for something we have done, not a reward or wages, but as a gift, the greatest of gifts, perhaps even something, dare I say it, that is worth being grateful for in of itself.
In context however, that is not really the question that the Inquisitor was asking. What he was asking was far more serious, even terrifying:
You have been given this astounding gift, this incredible range of opportunities. What have you done with them to justify this enormous investment in you? What reasons will you give to dissuade me from erasing you from history and giving your opportunities to someone else? Continue reading