an old teacher i admire asked:
"But Josh, what has become of the bright eyes I once knew? Are they not now possessed by a darkness, a symbol of saddness?"
"i saw something of the world," i said to him. "What was to me at one time pavement and tightly packed, blackened soil has proven to be only the surface truth. In fact, two-thirds of the earth is covered by constantly shifting waters, and the other third that appears solid is just floating on tectonic plates that inch slowly apart: crashing and catastrophizing."
"But as a whole, the planet has one core," said he in return. "That is never changing."
"...and the earth floats here and there in space, never the same place twice."
"Yet it's held in orbit by gravity."
"Which is weakening as the galaxy, and even the entire universe, and everything we know of anything is expanding into nothing! Where is God in a reality that is always changing?"
and as i asked it, i already knew his reply...
"Perhaps we must look to the only thing that doesn't change. Change itself is the only eternal truth. Change is movement. Movement requires energy, force, inertia."
i continued his thought as if one mind occupied two bodies simultaneously:
"We have pretended that concrete is solid and gravity is ultimate in the same way we pretend our God is. Perhaps instead, God is the force pushing us to escape gravity and fly headfirst into nothingness, and to escape concrete to swim deep in the seas of motion and currents."
"So, if you now see God in reality, why still are your eyes sad?" he asked me.
"i can see all but His face, and His face is all I really need."
"But you have seen His face! It is the face of every child, every loving mother who kisses their forehead, and every loving father who smiles as he dances with them both."
perhaps.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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