Friday 28 February 2014

The Window to the Soul

I cannot fathom how terrible it would be if God did not exist. Would morals exist?  Would purpose exist? It is my assertion that some people, many people, do not want God to exist so that they can have humanistic freedom, so that they can rid themselves of their conscience. Who exactly do we think we are? What a way to bastardize goodness! Humanistic freedom does have an end, and its name is death. But I suppose an individual in favor of humanism wouldn't have a problem with the temporal. As for me, I don't want what is temporary! In a sense, I don't even want what many call "freedom." I don't want the ability to choose between good and evil any longer. I want freedom from sin. If the eye is the window to the soul, may my soul be launched from the catapult and make its way through the window. May my soul no longer exist between vice and virtue but reach the point of absolute, irrefutable virtue. God, I ask a lot of questions. And I've found some answers to my questions, so I thank you for that. But why do the personal moments with you seem to be so lacking? I just want to feel joy! I just want to tremble with fear toward God! I just want to suffer for Christ! I just want to personally encounter you.

Wednesday 26 February 2014

Stop Walking

The conscience is a river of purity. Immorality is a land of barrenness. Walk around your conscience, and you will be walking with the devil. Do not walk around your conscience, for you will be walking with the devil. You have walked around your conscience! And you are walking with the devil.

Monday 24 February 2014

Thirst of the Spirit

Am I thirsty because I exist in the absence of God? Is my thirst due to the knowledge that the presence of God has not been revealed to me in its fullness, and that the fullness of the presence of God is what I am searching for?

Wednesday 12 February 2014

Colour Book Mind

Jejune, just like the last June, it traps you. Light bleeds and it passes through the vacuum. The vacuum opens its mouth and spews away all our moments, the minutes, the days, the words we say. Say, haven't seen her for 9 months. My memory's a paint brush. Stroking and filling all of the empty spaces. But when the paint vanishes, than what's the replacement? Could her existence be mistaken for that of an apparition that I'm facing in my lonesome? Is my lonesome an abode that basks with all the broken? And is broken synonymous with permanence and indifference? Is indifference the separation between what is and what isn't? If separation died, the enemy would be an anomaly, and the anomaly would be a modern force in hypocrisy. The mistake I chose to make was viewing myself as the victim. We're all enemies therefore we all exist in a prison. We think the man in the cell is unknown to freedom, yet freedom is the reason he dwells in his cell. And I suppose the man knew freedom too well?

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Saturday 8 February 2014

The Achilles Heel of a Dreamer

The realities of human existence, more specifically limitations, are a gradual and banal pain. Limitations have a tendency to be the Achilles heel of any dreamer. But perhaps it is only through this weakness (limitations) that dreamers can find their strength (dreaming). And that is why dreamers dream so often: they are constantly being vexed. The dreamer needs limitations. In actuality, limitations both suppress and evoke dreams.

Never did I think of myself as a dreamer, at least, not in recent years. I may have wanted to be a realist at some point. That is what I once thought of myself as, but I was so far off from being the definition of that word. Never again shall I pledge my allegiance to realism.

There are two types of dreamers: those obsessed with reality and those obsessed with fantasy. But what lays in between the two? It is the normal people who exist in between. The normal people take in fragments of reality and fantasy, but they do not become obsessed with either.

So what does that make the normal people? Are they dreamers because they exist in between the dreamers? No, I cannot make that assertion because I did say that there are only two types of dreamers. The normal people must then be awake.

How preposterous is that though? The realists and the fantasizers spend years wondering what it means to be awake and if they truly are awake, while the normal people simply are awake without having to ask any questions about the matter. C'est la vie, I guess.

Friday 7 February 2014

Dolores

As darkness falls upon the eyes, gloom makes the stomach turn. The blackest of nights seem to hide a man, but they merely expose him. There is not a sound to hear, except for what lays inside the mind. The mind holds a place for din, yet a sound will stop the noise. There is no stillness, only trembling. Another night to sleep in sorrow.

Wednesday 5 February 2014

Universality

Why is there such hostility, especially in the 21st century, toward the ideological framework of universality? It is quite evident that opposing philosophies such as relativism and humanism have taken a dominant position in Western culture. A belief in absolute truth is often mistaken for bigotry, and voicing those beliefs is often mistaken for intolerance. It is my assertion that purpose has been ruined by preference.

I am not surprised in the least that people worship and feed their own preferences. After all, how easy is it to persuade ourselves that wholeness of the heart comes through fulfilling our preferences? Sadly, the danger of this action is often not acknowledged. Jeremiah 17:9 says "The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?"

The worship of self will inevitably cease to last though. This must occur because all humans are obligated to die. The renowned existential atheist Jean-Paul Sartre is quoted with saying: "Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal."

Though I do not agree that being eternal is an illusion, I agree that anything apart from the eternal is mere vanity. It seems to me that there is a greater force than the existing human being, and I think that death makes this clear. Ideological frameworks such as relativism and humanism are not equal with open mindedness, but rather, mental myopia.

Sunday 2 February 2014

From the Eyes of Mortals

To humankind, it seems as though there are many days of human existence, at least, for those who live a "long and prosperous life." From the eyes of such mortals "a lifetime" lasts for many days. But to God, the lifetime of these mortals only lasts for a single day. Mortals are simply too weak. They cannot last for a single day, and that is why they need to sleep. Mortals inevitably waste the single day or what they call "a lifetime."