Spare Parts

Is there anything admired so much and given away so easily as freedom? Those who don't have it will die to get it. Those who do have it always end up parting it out and selling it like an old car. Until they need to get somewhere, they don't realize that it no longer runs. All we can do then is point out what a fine machine it was when it had this or that. We can at least rejoice in knowing that what's leftover will eventually be put to good use by someone else.

Incomplete

1000 buildings representing power, and each is spectacular in it's own way.

1000 women representing softness, and each is beautiful in her own way.

1000 servants representing meekness, and each is humbling in their own way.

What's more inspiring than new monuments?

What's stronger than new affection?

What weakens you more than a stranger humbling themselves before you?

Fog

In the middle of the fog even the best eyes cannot see into the distance and the brightest lamp only makes things more obscure.

Only Children

A child's innocence is it's ignorance. Innocence is easy to see in a child. When the image changes, our assumptions of innocence and ignorance change as well. But ignorance changes with circumstance, not just time. Wisdom may come with age, but age must be accompanied by knowledge. When age is not accompanied by the right circumstances and only the image changes, would we not be right to look upon them as being as innocent as a child? Unless you would prefer the alternative of looking on children as being as guilty as aged fools. Is there another option?

What do we know besides nature and nurture? Which one did you instruct?

Nothing Outside

"because in him were the all things created, those in the heavens, and those upon the earth, those visible, and those invisible, whether thrones, whether lordships, whether principalities, whether authorities; all things through him, and for him, have been created, and himself is before all, and the all things in him have consisted." - Colossians 1:16-17 (YLT)

There is Truth in everything. If there were not Truth in it, it could not exist. Everything, from the least to the greatest, lowest to highest, was brought about by Truth - there is nothing outside of it.

Just a Thought

Words are our currency and the more we put into circulation, the less valuable they are.

I Wish the World Was Flat

In the depth of the night I walk down to the dock. No wind. No Noise. Looking out across the lake I see the distant lights. Some revealing the dim outline of structures, some too distant to reveal anything. I stand in awe of the dark waters, the dimly lit shorelines, and the distant lights revealing nothing.

What is it about the darkness, the dimly lit shorelines, and the far off lights that moves me? Simplicity in the darkness? Mystery in the partially revealed? Adventure in the distant?

In the light of day, while still beautiful, nothing I saw in the night would amaze me as much. It worries me that darkness brings more joy than light. If not knowing brings more joy than knowing, why are we vexed with the desire to seek answers? Perhaps we would all be happier in a flat world.