Bringing it Home

Sure. Another "final thing". But yes. To some degree an end is in sight. It has to come eventually. And I myself need to be reminded just how much better I could be doing or could have done. Perhaps. Well ...

But to me it also means to ... take a closer look at this unity/separation thing - the Archetypal rifts - and what that means for ... the shape of the Gospel or what else we come to associate with it.


What are the differences? Where are the lines?
What makes each thing unique? Where are we the same and where are the other intersections?

Eventually this is well beyond what "Scripture" could handle. I mean, we could boil things down into something that then just is a thing we may keep for archivation's sakes - so on and so forth - but the answers we seek are yet to be found.



But so, I was just drifting - and I came back to having some insight about Love. So, us Loving God with all our Heart. The thing is, Loving God ... in a realistic no bullshit way ... boils down to Loving what God presents as. There's also what we present to us as God, but that's not counted here.
If you're loving God and God presents as a sword, then ... well. There's a pitfall here. Because realistically you're first wondering why God would present as a sword, for instance. So, it's not to say that you're loving a sword and whatever semantic iterations might follow. But if you needed one and God turned into one, it would be just as good as any other. Obviously. And it should "marginally" outperform others due to the logical exaltation it carries versus other manifestations.

Or, if He doesn't present at all, what remains is the concept. So - for the most part - I suppose it's safe to assume that He takes of what is given that which He requires to ... move you along. Or should we say: complete His Devious Task! [thunder crackling] Muahuahuahua! Look at me! Didn't I turn out fine! [Tihi] [a flash of light illuminates the scene while thunder growls in the background]


I mean, think of it like so, perhaps: Time. Time and Sand ... companions in art. As things crumble, other things emerge. From one thing to the next, whether there's space between or not, the focus on a thing - ...
Sometimes a thing comes from outside ... sunrise or sunset perhaps ... or it comes from within, like hunger or thirst. Different factors then drive us one way or another. We move, something comes in, locations shift. And with it come challenges. Things that require our attention. And if God doesn't entirely remove Himself, He would remain in form of little traces here and there that ... uhm ... for reasons, I guess.


I wonder ...