Signs

“Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous.” ~ Da Vinci

In the beginning, between 2500 BC - 1000 BC, God was presented in the flashiest forms: Global warming. Burning bushes. Absolute reign over man, demon and weather. Infinite wealth. Oceanic division. Etc.

It worked in convincing man for as long as they remembered. As soon as generations elapsed…the prophets had to start over again.

Then almost simultaneously, between 500BC and 30AD, Plato, Buddha, Confucius and Jesus agreed, "Okay, since flashy miracles don't seem to work in enlightening man, let us limit the scope of miracles to man himself."

So they taught that man is God's miracle. His birth, life, thoughts and death are all miracles.

But man was still miserable. The more they were taught how to be happy, how to think and believe, the more miserable they became. The deeper they held on to religion, the more miserable they became. The Middle Ages, the crusades, the Inferno.

Finally, the masters said, "You know, let's just take away all crystallized signs of miracles. Let man find the magic in brevity, in what flows."

And they left man with each other's actions: what they said and did to one another as the remaining sign of God's presence on Earth.

6 comments:

  1. You wrote either the history of mankind or the theory of everything. I love to believe it - even though I'm afraid words and behaviour may even be worse signs than previous ones.

    Beg my pardon; some words, some sentences, this blog actually are particles of happiness. And if not happiness at least they provide the taste of beauty.

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  2. What, I can't be desperate and on the verge of not writing at all forEVER if I didn't reign over the momentum and lash out with the fable of anything and everything, just to remember that this is how things have always worked.

    Even if nothing I write matters and nobody is getting out of this place with anything? Even if happiness and misery are mere fleeting moments? And the lines between love and life and forgetfulness are so flimsy that it isn't funny?

    I had to write. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I had to write.

    I hate coming down the mountain for the third time still strikes me with a creative flu, Coles. Yalla, hug me.

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  3. Did I create a misunderstanding?

    I was not disappointed. On the contrary!! I am suspiciously eagerly and frequently checking this blog of yours looking for another gem. Both for the style and content - like I confessed on a previous occasion.

    I love this one as well. Irt is concise and beautiful. Though a little voice within me keeps repeating ultimately there is no real solace for lack of everlasting happiness. On the other hand fortunately there are quite a number of wonderful substitutes.

    By the way, since you asked: as I usually sign my emails and letters to people I care for, love, admire with "L. (ove), h. (ugs) & k. (isses), here it goes: L. h. & k. :).

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  4. God forbid that there should be an everlasting solace or grief. No matter how short, brief moments of joy are all that it takes to make all the grief worthwhile.

    This long process of luring fairies and trapping them in posts have been worthwhile with your kindly presence, man, no matter how loudly I misunderstand you. May our gratefulness be added to your years.

    Cium & peluk hangat kembali.

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  6. Just imagine
    If everything you wished for
    Happened in reverse
    And you lived in a contrary world

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