In my short life, there have been ideas from time to time that hold places of precedence over my diminutive intellectual and reflective thought life. I speak of the revelations that pop up every once in a while- simple thoughts essentially, but much deeper and consequential than what is seen on the surface. It seems that in most cases, these ideas use the guise of simplicity to evade the clutches of the self-destructive, spiritually suicidal human. If it is the devil who blinds our eyes, the ignorance and stupidity that we conduct ourselves in, or the religious dung-pile in which we are hopelessly immersed that screens us from knowledge and understanding, I haven’t a clue.
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To return to the original subject, I have had such a revelation as talked about earlier. Do not get me wrong when I name it as such, for I do not mean it to sound anywhere near as ostentatious as you may think it to be by its presentation, which stresses a lack of complexity for this very purpose. The recent revelation in my own life is derived from the turning over in my mind of the word “perspective”. How can I have peace in the turmoil that is life? Perspective.
The thoughts I have are of an aged monk of some sort- a martyr figure almost. His kind eyes, humble stature, and heart so full of righteous, untainted love for all of creation are not some fanciful notions born of a world beyond sincerity. They are real- real unlike anything else in this plastic life. There is no judgment in him, only wisdom. He sees things as they are- as they should be, and he asks, “What is anything compared to God?” Look beyond the simplicity of his question, because it is misleading in the ease in which it was spoken. This is where words and feelings cannot reside together- where what can be heard will either be cast aside or engraved on the soul. God is everything. To fully grasp the meaning of this, and to remember it and work it out all the days of my life, I would give the world- everything to have my every action, thought, ambition, desire, purpose, and hope, all be revealed in the penetrating light of the truth of my existence. And turmoil? Turmoil is nothing, a petty hindrance, as is everything else when seen in the correct perspective of this same light of truth.
I remember saying to a friend of mine the other day that it is something to know a thing, and another thing entirely to take action upon that knowledge. I fear that I will never fully understand the Christian life, but I intend to figure it out, and someday be the man I described above. Not by going along with the flow of the world, or fashioning my life after those of Christians do I intend to do this. God wishes simply for our adoration and sincerity, not our heady spiritual notions and rotten religion.
I do not claim to know much, because I know that from the inexperience of my youth, flows a myriad of misshapen views and assumptions, but I will nonetheless continue to be convinced in the power of simplicity, the truth contained in it, and our inability as humans to take it to heart.
I have a feeling I have only scratched the surface of something much larger than I had anticipated, but am willing to leave it alone for now. I’ll chip away at it another day.
"I drove my boat up onto an ice-flow and wrecked my lower unit."