It is in the nature of the human being to carry in his thoughts—certain testimonies—that are measured by the heights of his curiosity. This nature does its part to finagle with the fact that curiosity in itself is a logistic of life where miracles have been known to exist.
It is in my opinion that one of the most critical aspects of being human is the endowment buried in the desire to learn, or to know. We are wired to delve into the depths of the unknown. We are notorious for conveying our assessments of life to the point of constant contemplation upon our individual cause and the effect it has in the environment that surrounds us.
Above the top and below the bottom of every line is where we find ourselves immersed in all of the things in which we don’t understand. It is in the event of differentiating circumstances—the ones that arise in the void within the mystery of an enigma—that inadvertently attract our attention. It is in the miracle of the clandestine that keeps us searching for something we haven’t been able to fathom forevermore.
In the sense of a pattern built upon the generic makeup of things, I shall discuss the transcendent. Let us say for example that an individual confesses that they have indeed communicated with those whom have saddled up with the shadow of death. The science of a cynic would debate the reality of this miraculous event due to the lack of validity in the form of verification within the laws of nature. The argument that the cynic would coincide with his differences would sound off in the similarity of familiarity, while pointing towards something along the lines that miracles cannot exist in a universe filled with conventional laws.
At the point from where I stand in this moment upon my existence, those conventions that have been built around the archaic thoughts of man hold not an inkling of restraint tied around the ankles of my own progress. We are meant to evolve—but the direction of that evolution depends upon another logistic of life—that is the logic of love and the modest spin of its revolution and where it is to take us.
Much like life—and love—there are things that are able to deviate from the fragmentary law of explanation. Is it hard to believe that there is no such force that is skillfully concealed from the novelty of mankind’s process of thought? The universe is the one thing that we cannot grasp with the clenched fist of confidence, yet we can perpetuate the meaning of our own purpose and the perception we hold within its boundaries, but it is possible to break boundaries and build something those boundaries have yet to constrain.
The secret laws of the universe at this time seem to not carry with them, any sort of authentic explanation. It is my belief though that with the division amongst us, we can only go one direction and that is towards the promised land of paradise that we all seek. As much as there are those of you who disagree with one another, it is hidden in your hope that camaraderie will shine again. After all we are only as strong as our weakest link. That link is man and his lack of reverence towards the power that created him, but it becomes bound with strength the moment his awe takes over his awareness.
There is a force guiding us at this very minute. It is guiding my fingers. It is guiding your eyes across these letters. It is your curiosity. It is human nature. It is creativity. It is the force that drives this universe. It is your perception that something good will come from how you perceive your own surroundings through the words which you decide to read. It is what it is, because if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a damned thing. It is at its core, love. It is as philosophical as it is religious. The moment you think for yourself you have successfully demonstrated the paramount logistic of life, you have become a philosopher in the accord of your own nature, that nature being religious in your own perception of what you believe.
It is in the time of now, that at the core of humanity there has not been any change in the sense of man and the modesty that makes him who he is. We still spin our needs upon the wheel of desire and if we do not attain said need, we look towards the direction of corrupting the environment in which we live. We do not care about the state in which we left our surroundings because we have become nothing more than an entity of selfishness. This unfortunately is when man fails to fulfill his most important need, that which is to settle the score with the divine force that caused him to be where he is in the first place, and that is alive.
As much as we want to measure ourselves as an independent unit, we aren’t. We are the expression of a celestial weight that exceeds ourselves. And when we fail to cooperate with the universe—we fail to fulfill the purpose of our creation, from there, we fall. As much as we strive to meet our own needs, to work within our own environment so that we maintain ourselves—we sometimes forget our greatest need—the need to express our life through creativity, and the force that created us. If we would throw more shade to the attention of what we want, and less shade to the residential creativity manufactured within us, the world would be a lot more inclined to live together beneath the light, instead of dying together in the darkness.
No matter how you perceive the Creator of you to be, you must see the logistics of him in the way you live your life. In the sense of all that is physical, mental, and spiritual, man must show transparency in his manifestation of what he creates and what created him. Man must understand that this logistic of his life is what fulfills the existence of the Divine in which he believes. By expressing this divinity he creates a cooperative type of existence. This is when the rhythm of harmony dances with the force that not only caused him, but also carried a persistent effect upon the being of the purpose of him. As arrogant as it sounds, the ego is of God, and sometimes he speaks through us in a widened aperture of bliss that illuminates more than we should be able to see through the lens of humility.
This is when man finds himself straddling the banks of the confluential rivers called humility and ego and such as the Cross does, it places man upon the choice of a direction—worried which river to take—when the answer has always laid within the intersection of these rivers and where they cross, that being in the vicinity of his heart.
To Be Continued bound by a book.
The material of these words are an ongoing matter at hand with the train of creativity that drives me to the point of being pushed by the Force of the Absolute. This blog has become a logistic of my life and it shall be treated the same as anything else that I treat in this life, that being with patience and when it comes it will be.