Reality is a story told and written in words, yes words.
The countless languages are poor substitutes for these source words. No
language, old or new, shall suffice, for none of them are reality in of itself.
The story is rife with inconsistency. It is full of plot
holes and continuity errors. It is reality regardless and we are bound to its
imperfections. The nonsense makes sense for no other reason than it is real.
Giraffes did not have long necks to reach leaves. Nipples
were not for breasts to feed babies. Eyes were not to see and ears were not to
hear. The forms came first, as the art of the Artist. The functions came later,
as imperfections reconciled into the grand design.
God is all about flow. The Holy Ghost is all about balance.
From the flow came the form that is creation. From the balance came the
function that is purpose.
God wanted his whimsy to be meaningful. He created
whimsically. He delighted in watching his creations become strange. He pondered
their meaning, relishing the mystery. It was only through his Son that he
solved the mystery… and was impressed. He canonized the strangeness, making it
the principle that defined everything.
The Holy Ghost was nothing of the sort to itself. It was
unaware of itself, though it acted in all sincerity. It was unaware of God, the
Artist who loved the sincerity, interpreting it as a dance. God, the Ancient of
Days, decided that the Holy Ghost would be the Lord of Spirits, the source of
all meaning.
Take heed that God never
asks for permission. He decided that
the strangeness would be his guiding principle. The strangeness was
uninterested in being some “Lord of Spirits” for some blah, blah, blah. The
strangeness was everything unto itself. It had no use for the pests it was
suddenly aware of. It yearned to return to itself, to forget all else that it
may bask in the silent darkness.
God spoke from the abundance of his heart into the
strangeness, hoping the strangeness would hear him. His Word became strange but
as his own Word, the strangeness made sense. Through his own Word, his Son, the
Father now understood the Holy Ghost from its own perspective.
“And in that hour,
this Son of Man was invoked before the Lord of Spirits and his name, in the presence
of the Ancient of Days. Before the sun and the signs were made, before the stars
of the heavens were formed, his name was invoked before the Lord of Spirits.”
--Enoch, the Scribe of God.
In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God
and the Word was God. Through Jesus, form and
function were established from the beginning. Everything is playing out, for
better and worse. When all is said
and done, all shall be proven true or false: nothing hypothetical. The new heaven
and the new earth shall replace this broken prototype. The new perfection shall
be established in all sincerity, according to what was actually demonstrated.
