Pseudo-Philosophy
Ugh. How is it that at times things seem to flow perfectly, as if in some sort of divine unity, a single motion or power sweeping through the chasms of every life of every breath? But at times it seems as though there exists an opposing force designed solely to destroy and undue the lock of perfection that holds our existence and lives together. If life were the supposed tapestry as it is thought of, when do the stitches being ripped out get repaired, or are they lost? And the new, can it fill void? What are the fibers of existence that at the same time give us breath but another give us death? Must we all suffer the torments of a perfectly balanced world; finite equilibrium with evil and goodness with pain and pleasure? Suppose perhaps, that the balance has been counteracted, and in fact the negative prevails. Does this make the fruit sweeter, or does it instead deaden our taste buds with the torrents of pain and anguish that make it appear that a mediocre pear's nectar is extravagant? Contrapositivaly, is the world mainly goodness, but we have been blinded by our constant exposure to the comforts of life, that we take them for granted instead of rejoicing in the perfection in which we are employed? Can there ever truly be a state in which one becomes totally at peace with the self, with the world? Or does it truly only come at the instant of death, the relinquish of both the body and the mind; is it in that most transient second or perhaps less, that one suddenly gains perfection and instantaneously ceases to exist? If existence is not geared towards the pursuit of supreme existence, but constantly confines us to inferior positions in which we struggle in vain to achieve the unattainable, what for do we struggle. Simply to state, I am not one easily satisfied by neither the strongest of liquors or the deepest character of love. For in the end they seem to offer nothing, but raise an array of misfortune. Every question leads not to answer, and when in fact it so does, the answer is simply a masked question. And this constant influx of unanswerable questions deep within them appear to lend themselves to an understanding of existence itself. However, perhaps the time is fit when we cease to ask questions and simply subordinate ourselves to anything that will take us and redeem us. The great Redeemer, held in many shapes and forms, is the Lord. This raises a most interesting paradox however. He has created an existence, which is for the self serving purpose of the individual experiencing and evolving through the different struggles and victories as they present themselves. However, it seems as though the Creator wishes us to shed ourselves of the skin that is unique to us, and attach to him like leeches. That we may suck the blood of He who giveth it as would a mother, but with children who will never grow to be strong and in time offer forth milk from their bosoms. Why create so many different systems of blood with the sole intention of having them return to Master's to feed. Is life perhaps just an enormous vampirical system in which we cower from but live only from the life that is dripped into our mouths by One who seemingly displays so much interest in his children. Damned am I. We should all be damned, as the Lord has presented it. This race mustn’t thus continue, if left to our own devices we naturally tend to become the undoing force that slowly destroys the universe created for us. But perhaps the universe was created in order that we may destroy, and He rejoice in the delay and solemn procession as we self-annihilate and speed the universes decay. We thank Him at first for the gift of life, but as we explore it beg for the sweet release of death that is perhaps his most kind gift.
~bri
~bri