We live in reality. We imagine alternate realities. We
are torn between them and sometimes to pieces.
Reality of itself is a meaningless grind. We live, we
languish and we die in a natural cycle of ordained futility.
I hear the argument that life is meaningful because there
is good within the bad. I am told I would not know good without evil or joy
without sorrow.
Reality is not our hopes and dreams. It is not our
perspective. Reality is what it is whether we like it or not or acknowledge it
or not. Our fate is decided by its impersonal physics.
I hear the “scientific” claim that all is coincidence.
Reality is happenstance. You can choose your own purpose.
Coincidence is meaningless. Intent decides purpose. A
substance is shapeless no matter its shape lest fashioned by a cause and shaped
by the effect thereof.
Where did God come from? What part of the Beginning and the End, the first and the
last do you not understand? The quality of the quantity of one begot all existence by manifesting
quantity. The product can be fractured but not the source. The creation is
bound to its creator as a matter of sheer existence. There was and is nothing
before or after God.
The cynic and the optimist alike imagine alternate realities.
Stark reality is neither nor is it somewhere in between.
Reality is an impersonal and consistent system of action
and reaction. Is the obvious not obvious? Reality is a machine!
The truth is not reality but rather the intent of its
design. Reality is a means, not a meaning. Like fiction, it serves as a basis
for thoughts and feelings in action. Unlike fiction, its narrative is consequential.
The death and destruction are real. The life and creation are also real.
Much of alternate more cynical realities are being force-fed to us. We have to open our eyes and act on our own accord to see past the lies.
ReplyDeleteYes, we are worn down with psychological poison poured into every mainstream thing we eat, drink and breathe.
DeleteReality is indeed a meaningless grind but meaning is found in what we create while existing within it. I look at it like this, our material plane has all the resources we need to create infinitely; the voice of God that brought everything into being provided us with every possible frequency of sound so that we may speak, write, make music, and sing. God provided light so that we may have every possible color to create our Art, and so much more. I'm reminded that Jesus was a carpenter; a tree is just a tree until someone creates something from it, a house, furniture, carvings etc... My point is that reality is a boring machine until we do something with it.
ReplyDeleteExactly! Reality is that car we were meant to drive. It is that boat we were meant to sail. It is the canvas and paint we are supposed to turn into a painting. It is our means to create, not the meaning of our creativity.
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