“Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;
The dew dries up, the star is shot;
The flight is past, and man forgot.”
“Getting and spending we lay waste our powers” as another poet, Wordsworth puts it. Few people pause to think as they busily purchase yet another gadget about why we are here and were we are going. The message of Sic Vita is that mankind is a mere bubble which will soon be forgotten once it is burst. Perhaps the ever increasing tendency of man to surround himself with the most up-to-date gadgetory is an attempt to deny the truth contained in Sic Vita. Listening to constant streams of loud music, incessant texting are, perhaps all means of trying to prevent thought, to avoid thinking about our place in the cosmos. It is easier to leave those ear plugs in rather than to pause and think about the purpose of life (if, indeed there is a purpose).
Then again maybe mankind will move on to other planets and while the earth will, eventually perish humanity could find it’s future among the stars. In any event reading Sic Vita should lead us to pause and consider the meaning of existence.