what is man? a little dust, a little breath, hopefully a little bit of the infinite. it's funny because the more i read and thought and chewed upon your loneliness the rudder of my brain kept turning me back to the loneliness of the One. is it weird to think of the One as lonely, needy even.
imagine the wild passion spilling over. the One scouring the expanse of infinity looking for an entity to share something with. The One a ravaging beast, salivating with hunger and desire. and knowing if it self replicated that it would know itself already and couldn't share, couldn't embrace, couldn't delve, hope, desire, love. So the One creates humanity and in the cool of the evening walks with it in the garden. Then the betrayal comes. The war begins. From the first breaths of love the One knew there was the risk of being alone again. Knew there would be spilt blood. So blood was spilled and once again we can know and be known by the One.
And here we are, humanity, thick and impestuous. Full of ourselves, our vain glory and vain defeat. Our only design is to be the company of the One and yet it is the hardest aim. our greatest love and yet we are distracted by the wiles of the other creations... alas i digress this is not about me, it is to be about the One. The Lonely One.
One did something never done before with us, it made us able to love. not just something that is loved but something that can love. this alone illustrates the desperation behind one aspect of the One. it is paramount, essential, we realize the One has a desire only we can meet. the implications behind this are unmistakable. somehow the One is both whole and incomplete at the same time. coexistently. with out error. i can only imagine the only thing preventing the universe from dissipating under the weight of the One's desire for us is the One itself. people wonder why there are supernovas, wild fires, why destruction even exists. all these things are displays of the loneliness and desperate love of the One. i am utterly ashamed and utterly loved all at once. bound for destruction yet saved because the One died and did not stay dead. let me run that one by you one more time. the One died yet lived.
there is so much left to say about this but because i need to stop writing immediately (i work illegally from work) here is where it will ned for now. please comment as i want to know what you think
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We had a good conversation about this today, but I want to go deeper.
Here is the creator that made creation for one of three reasons (I know we discussed but I will reiterate for stray readers). It was either bored, going mad, or alone.
And you and I in a state of melocholic fuge landed upon alone.
It is all made for that one being to scour and crawl through an ever expanding universe hoping to be surprised by the joy of something new, and something to stimulate. And yet, It knows. It has made it and is making it, and will always be making it.
And that is how It sees us too. Unhinged from time. It knows and sees all, but knowing and seeing all It choses not to focus on our failures but on Its own triumphs. What a brilliant thought. It has saved Itself through us.
This is heresy I'm sure.
heresy - i can dig it. i love the idea of unhinged from time. the truth is time is a device of measurement, able to be manipulated and redifined. thus i know it is a creation for beings needing order to fit their lives into. One being outside time exists in an instant infinity and conversly an infinite instant. i try not to say the upcoming words often because they come with tons of human baggage but - what a God we serve. seriously beyond our comprehension, i am in an increasing state of constant awe.
by the way...we didn't talk about madness too much but it can not be discounted. i don't want to call the One mad but i will say lonely and mad have some erie similarity
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