“It is by no means an irrational fancy that,
in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our
present existence, as a dream.”
Edgar Allan Poe
“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”
L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between
“When you strip away all the layers one by one, not much remains to “discover.”
You will never find real meaning among your selfish interests,
feelings, and aspirations.
The answers do not lie within you.”
James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge:
The Next Generation’s Guide to a Meaningful Future
(the current photograph needed some sort of introspection from the past, my past–
so I found a post I’d written in 2017— and with a bit or re-working,
we have a new post)
the one true absolute…
Dictionary.com tells us that as a noun, absolute is
something that is not dependent upon external conditions for existence
or for its specific nature, size—
something that is free from any restriction or condition.
something that is independent of some or all relations.
something that is perfect or complete./em>
And so what is it about man and his need for absolutes??
The need for that which is..and that which is without exception?
Black or white.
Black the absence of light.
White the excess of all light.
And yet many still cling to the nature of grey…
a space somewhere in between all that we know of absolutes.
Grey being the equal mix of both black and white—a place
of somewhere other than an absolute.
A blend of known and unknown.
There are those skeptics among us who would dare to argue
over the definitive nature of, say, death…
Is it or is it not a definitive end?
Some say yes..while others say no–there must be more.
So on one hand, these grey individuals can be heard to rile against those others,
those who espouse in absolutes…
“be damned you fools” those who relish in grey will shout,
“for we will not live by such pronouncements…”
And yet man continues to test and retest in order to
hold triumphantly a handful of litmus papers of absolute proof…
that being the definitive definer…
man will fiercely hold up those stained papers as sacred proof of his
needs and wants.
All the while ancient voices remind us…
Thou shall have no other gods but the Lord your God…
Yet we know that man hordes a thousand other gods.
Clinging and clutching tightly to the fading fancies of his whims.
Thou shall cherish and love life and thou shall honor and love one
unto another just as you would wish to be cherished,
honored and loved.
Yet man will prefer to fight, hurt, murder, slander, defile,
maim and destroy not only others, but himself as well,
as life and the living have lost all holiness…
For man has proclaimed himself his own god…
And thus it is man who extols that which is right and that which is wrong.
No litmus papers needed for that proclamation.
No black nor white…merely a triumph of grey.
And since man is never satisfied with his choices for very long,
he will just as quickly turn each proclamation upside down,
in order to suit the latest craving or longing…
because nothing remains scared,
nothing remains holy
and nothing remains true…
So dare we say nothing remains absolute.
And thus the only absolute in the mind of man is that there
are no absolutes…only grey.
Do not conform to the pattern of this world,
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—
his good, pleasing and perfect will.