sit & watch
If I believe my house to be on fire and yet still sit on my couch…..do I really believe my house is on fire? Notions-a-plenty but yet I refrain from the plea’s of my soul, choosing to turn the channel more often than my other cheek.
How is it that something breaks into the brain and not into the heart? (which consequently means never the hands) It must be that it never entered the brain. This is the only conclusion that can be concluded. If I act a certain way it must be my mind that first prompted the working of my hands.
I’m hungry - ohh an apple - wash it - raise to mouth - take bite - chew - repeat steps 4 through 6
Why when given the subtle opportunity to make eye contact, pass a smile, or even some pleasant words do I refrain? My soul prompts me yet I steer clear of such glorious confrontations. It can only equate that the confidence I truly believe to have I really do not believe I have. I am not a strict empiricist but in this sense I am. If I am to study art or literature, I to a certain degree need to watch and read. Spend time studying and in observation of the author’s intent and answers to their endeavors.
If I believe I have the answers to life’s endeavors, how easy am I making it for people to study me? Observe me? Hang out with me? How are they to know my inner workings if my outer workings don’t reflect such?
As we believe experience will follow
This is all prompted by an everyday situation at a coffee shop (which is about everyday for me) where a lady had her head hung low, mustered to raise her eyes to meet mine. I not knowing the weight of eternity, quickly shied away. I am not speaking about cheesy fake words for the sake of conversation, I am talking about looking and speaking intently into one’s soul. Read acts, study the words when it describes how Paul or Peter looked at people, it wasn’t hum drum it was glorious.
I am sorry for not fully living, my lack directly correlates to yours.
if the sun rose once
The Sages, it is often said, can see no answer to the riddle of religion. But the trouble with our sages is not that they cannot see the answer, it is that they cannot even see the riddle. -GK Chesterton
Everyday I wake up and that should be enough to convince me, yet still I wonder. I then imagine a world where the Sun only rose once. A world with but one lily, with but one wave, with but one instance of love . Would not every instance of these rarities be considered a miracle in of themselves? How have the givens been forgotten as the gifts, the axioms which make all things possible.
The Dazzlingly obvious conclusion now arose in my mind: in the whole history of the universe the laws of Nature have never produced a single event. They are the pattern to which every event must conform, provided only that it can be induced to happen. -CS Lewis
