Nothing survives

No Thing Survives

This Sistine Chapel portrayal of the Creation of Man introduces the Category of pages in this blog post introducing the theme “Nothing Survives.”

“Nothing survives” is the last of three categories which cover this blog johncameronfletcher.com. johncameronfletcher.com is a revival of and epitath for The-Raft-of-Corks.com

The section of this blog called “Everything Changes” is a celebration of life. Those pages try to capture the wonder, awe and love that have so often accompanied me.

I have always loved Nature, and love itself has underscored the rhythms of my years.

One evening in June on the Isle of Mull. Everthing changes, nothing survives: especially rainbows.

The section “Most Things Develop” carries reflections on growth, education, relationships, our inner life and spirituality.

Nothing Survives

This Post is where the more lightly philosophical pages live — questions and ideas that flutter between curiosity, insight and laughter.

As a teenager I loved Mathematics. I was part of a group of seven boys in the sixth form, all of us preparing for A-level exams in Pure, Applied and Further Mathematics. One day we set ourselves the solemn task of listing the five most important things in life. After serious debate — and perhaps some hunger — we reached complete agreement:
Food — Football — Girls — Religion — Mathematics. In any order.

As Glasgow teenagers we knew our priorities. Girls were more of a mystery than anything else. The College at that time was boys’ only. When one of the group managed to find a girlfiend we grilled him for details.

“Tina and I went out on Saturday,” he had declared on a Monday morning.

“How far did ye get?” we asked unanimously. “Milngavie he anounced proudly.”

A Jesuit education goes a long way.

I have always enjoyed philosophy. It has taken me far. Even beyond Milngavie. Journeys of the heart have no specific destination.

And I still find myself wondering what “Nothing survives” could mean.

Pages in this Category will appear bellow.

Everything Changes.

Life is movement, change and renewal.

Everything in the Universe changes. Ageing is with us every day.

Once I could walk a 1000km Camino. Now the hill home is too much. Everything changes.

Arriving in Manjarin on the Camino Frances. 2014. Now permanently closed.

Much has changed since 2016, when I last posted here. I have re-named the blog. “The-Raft-of-Corks.com” is now a part of johncameronfletcher.com.

The-raft-of-corks blog was largely about the Camino to Santiago de Compostella.

This blog will continue the tone. It has a wider scope.

This is a time of great change. We are engineering a new Goeological era: the Anthropocene. Humanity is experiencing acceleration as never before.

When I was walking my pilgrimange routes people I met would often ask me if I was going to write about my adventures. My reply was always,”I’ve got nothing to write.” ´´That is no longer the case. My conceptual framework is much less steady.

What does not change has no life. Life is movement, growth, decay, renewal. Everything alive is immersed in change.

Scenes like this are disappearing all over the Earth.

Scenes like this one are disappearing rapidly.

In many ways, I intend this website to be an autobiographical celebration of life itself. At the same time, it is an acknowledgement that each death marks the end of an individual life. I suppose, as my 78th birthday approaches, I’d better get on with it.

This section of The Raft of Corks brings together pages that explore the theme of change.

In human life every breath brings something new. I invite you to take a look from time to time at the pages in this section.

Find for yourself new landscapes.

Pause over new questions.

Inhale fresh air!