Building a Parthenon
Yesterday I made a sales call to a customer on the North Shore in West Vancouver. His property was on an old site called the Parthenon. The acreage was on a rocky slope that lead to the shores of Lions Bay on the Pacific Ocean.
My customer lived in an beautiful house overlooking the beach and most of the property. He had been retired for several years, and was in the mood for taking up my time with the story behind the Parthenon.
A very wealthy local man had owned the several areas surrounding the Parthenon. The man owned a small empire and many other properties in the Vancouver area including businesses and Hotels. He spent lavishly on his home and the property, as well as the segment of the Parthenon.
The man had truly created a paradise within a paradise. I was felt blessed to be able to stand there and take in the panorama of sandy beaches, rocky shores, lush green grass, and a perfectly blue ocean, with sail boats and ships.
As I stood in the living room looking down on the other homes closer to the water, I felt a sudden absence. All that the rich man had paid for and created was gone. The property and the ocean was all that remained. His portrait of paradise had disappeared. The millions of dollars he had spent on building and improvements were only a memory. The laughter of people, the noise of their business, was silent. No dear friends, no children no one to share memory with of good times and bad. Thirteen other families had moved in and taken over the space, like squatters where once he had parked his expensive name brand chariots of tin and glass.
New life had taken over, with only the evergreens to bare witness to a time long gone. I looked at a large pine tree in front of the house and imagined the things that it must have seen. Life was ever passing beneath itís mighty branches. Here today, go tomorrow.
The urgency to take it all in before I had to leave was almost over powering. I am sure that the man that had built the Parthenon must have had the same urgency to take it all in and preserve it. He must of known that he would not be able to take it with him. And, in a short time, nature would take it all back. The urgency now stilled, leading always to closer his own mortality.
Fear separates us from our environment, it puts us in a position of looking at it, rather than embracing it. The fear brings us limited vision and a sense of loss as we survive momentarily in isolation. We do not see life in the forest as continuing, but as coming and going.
At the moment when we feel the greatest separation, we also feel the greatest connection and long to be joined with it, our environment and ourselves. It is a reminder of our own connection to all that is.
A rich man, a poor man, they all stand naked at the time of their departing. Life is the great equalizer and some comfort can be drawn by that knowledge. A rich man builds a Parthenon, because he can, and stands back and admires it. The poor man stands back and admires what already is, and longs to recreate it. A wise man does not build Parthenons.
Roy is a resident of British Columbia, Canada. An international published author, a student of NLP, spiritual philosopher, New Age Light Worker, Teacher and Phenomenologist. Roy's books and articles are thought provoking, and designed to empower your imagination.Review Roy's new book at: http://www.yourlifewasnevermeanttobeastruggle.com