So here's the drill. You have probably been referred here by either a member of the Transylvania Community Engagement Through The Arts Class. This is the portion of our blog where we invite you fine folks to contribute by submitting a This I Believe essay which will then be considered for publication in our annual book of essays. The essays should be organized around a belief that is central to the way you live. They should be kept at around 300 to 500 words so that we see the essential components of your belief. A narrative essay is the most common type because it allows the writer to explain their beliefs with examples specific to them. Submit your essays at anytime and thanks so much for your participation!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Still Collecting
We're still looking for Community "This I Believe" essays so feel free to continue posting in the comments attached to this post.
I believe that today is the second Monday of Creation, when God is once again on the move. The shock of a mobile God that causes the universal fabric of reality to ripple is such a strong one that all the bindings contingent upon the nature of that universal fabric– all the laws, all the ideas, all the assertions of absolutes and achievements of objectives– can no longer be seen as bindings at all. Nature has a liberty that knows no law. As a man shall break the laws of men, so the natural shall break the laws of nature.
I believe that there is a universal dynamic under all things which seeks to make a breakthrough into every thought, every move, and every pursuit of truth. There is no chemical truth, no physical truth, no spiritual truth, no moral truth: there is an overwhelming Truth. There is an epicenter of significance deep in the throbbing earth, buried under the weight of distant stars and lightyears of empty opportunity. Is does, has always, and will allows imply, demand, necessitate, and compel ought.
I believe that this great weight that rests on us is not great at all, but terrible: a monstrous and terrifying burden whose demands on us are such that, mostly, we will turn from it. The weight of Truth is too great for us, and we will flee from it. We will set great hurdles of the mind between ourselves and Truth: we will deny it, and we will deny the means of comprehending it. Not only shall we reject the future of the soul, the maker of the soul, the struggles of the soul: the soul itself shall be denied, and we will have an epistemology of fear, a methodology of denial.
I believe that this system is doomed to failure. Truth will eventually make itself known. Consistent refusal to acknowledge reality will eventual lead to being selected against; not as some passive law of nature, which Nature does not know, but as the vengeance of wounded Nature, angry for being ignored, seeking justice for being spat upon and denied. I believe that this knowing of Truth will be catastrophic, that as we are in Monday, we may have good cause to believe our nightmares about Tuesday.
I believe that God is on the move, that Nature is a slighted lover, that Truth is a broad and fearful thing, that Man is a frail and faltering thing, and that when God has finished moving, and the dust is allowed to settle, we will find ourselves in the most dangerous of places. We will find ourselves confronted by the Truth we deny, held in place by the Nature we scorned, empowered by the God we reject. This is what I believe, this is what gives me cold sweats and makes me frantic about our future. -Lyman Stone
I believe that today is the second Monday of Creation, when God is once again on the move. The shock of a mobile God that causes the universal fabric of reality to ripple is such a strong one that all the bindings contingent upon the nature of that universal fabric– all the laws, all the ideas, all the assertions of absolutes and achievements of objectives– can no longer be seen as bindings at all. Nature has a liberty that knows no law. As a man shall break the laws of men, so the natural shall break the laws of nature.
ReplyDeleteI believe that there is a universal dynamic under all things which seeks to make a breakthrough into every thought, every move, and every pursuit of truth. There is no chemical truth, no physical truth, no spiritual truth, no moral truth: there is an overwhelming Truth. There is an epicenter of significance deep in the throbbing earth, buried under the weight of distant stars and lightyears of empty opportunity. Is does, has always, and will allows imply, demand, necessitate, and compel ought.
I believe that this great weight that rests on us is not great at all, but terrible: a monstrous and terrifying burden whose demands on us are such that, mostly, we will turn from it. The weight of Truth is too great for us, and we will flee from it. We will set great hurdles of the mind between ourselves and Truth: we will deny it, and we will deny the means of comprehending it. Not only shall we reject the future of the soul, the maker of the soul, the struggles of the soul: the soul itself shall be denied, and we will have an epistemology of fear, a methodology of denial.
I believe that this system is doomed to failure. Truth will eventually make itself known. Consistent refusal to acknowledge reality will eventual lead to being selected against; not as some passive law of nature, which Nature does not know, but as the vengeance of wounded Nature, angry for being ignored, seeking justice for being spat upon and denied. I believe that this knowing of Truth will be catastrophic, that as we are in Monday, we may have good cause to believe our nightmares about Tuesday.
I believe that God is on the move, that Nature is a slighted lover, that Truth is a broad and fearful thing, that Man is a frail and faltering thing, and that when God has finished moving, and the dust is allowed to settle, we will find ourselves in the most dangerous of places. We will find ourselves confronted by the Truth we deny, held in place by the Nature we scorned, empowered by the God we reject. This is what I believe, this is what gives me cold sweats and makes me frantic about our future.
-Lyman Stone