By Nneka Okumazie
Putting aside views about the afterlife, what exactly is the meaning of life or to what purpose is it?
Why should it matter that anyone or most people live – or stay alive?
Answers to this may vary for groups, but one thing that may seem like a point is impossibility draw.
How is an individual, or group pushing against impossibility to make it possible?
What is the contribution of whatever is done by an individual or group that whatever is currently impossible would become possible because of their addiction?
There is a tight interlink between life and impossibility.
There are abundant impossibilities – regardless of progress.
There were impossibilities that have been conquered, but there remains more – so much.
Time, for example, is impossible except for a time-like entity.
That time proceeds without strike is itself so impossible.
It should drive seeking of impossible even much, by all.
Time sees all of everyone, but none see past a certain share of it.
Time, a variant of life, ticks the message to use it for something impossible.
But it seems hard to adhere.
Life that is difficult is also a form of impossibility. It should be normal to pursue impossibility, giving one’s best, so that when it does not work, life’s difficulty can be blamed, but efforts made may be carried on by another to confer progress on all.
There should in every work of life, be aspects where people only try to do the impossible – with methods, directions and objectives.
The advantage of the impossibility class for goals would guarantee that whatever is already possible would be better mastered and done great.
Operating at the possible only makes it harder to implement excellently what is already possible.
This may explain why some groups, states, or others are unable to make progress though they seem to be using tools from their era.
They are not pursuing the impossible, so it provides no means for them to come back to the possible with a better approach. Their reach is at the possible level and may hardly do it well.
[Job 24:8, Drenched by mountain rains, they huddle against the rocks, shelterless.]