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Does sight exist not to see, or hearing not to hear?
So too does existence not exist to achieve imperfection but rather perfection. More still, existence tends towards perfection and not imperfection.
This idea is scoffed at in many ways, one being this: reality cannot be anything other than 'it is.' I.e., nature's imperfections is reality's perfection. We cannot speak of ideal perfection for we do not know it. We cannot know it. Nothing exists beyond 'it is.'
What these ones do not recognize is that every motion is a motion "for" or "towards" some end. Every motion either does not achieve that end or achieves that end in degrees of perfection.
Unconscious, we may feel like we act with no purpose or that all happens around us without purpose. Yet, this is where we must look inward at ourselves: who do I want to become? In what manner am I becomming that person?
We may be surprised that the end we desire is not the one we are moving towards. We may, at times, be surprised by the low, imperfect, and inconsequential ends we strive for.
In Christ, I believe, we find that someone we may strive for. But see what a marvelous perfection it is!
Christ bore weakness and himself was weak. He bore weakness and was strong. His smallness only magnified his glory. The perfection we seek is not in losing ourselves, but dying to ourselves such that we regain ourselves completely. Even 'it is' strives towards 'it is perfect.' The fact that we are individuals does not mean we must seek to lose individuality, but claim it totally. This is what a relationship with God is.
Do we, then, exist to tend towards imperfection, or perfection?
So too does existence not exist to achieve imperfection but rather perfection. More still, existence tends towards perfection and not imperfection.
This idea is scoffed at in many ways, one being this: reality cannot be anything other than 'it is.' I.e., nature's imperfections is reality's perfection. We cannot speak of ideal perfection for we do not know it. We cannot know it. Nothing exists beyond 'it is.'
What these ones do not recognize is that every motion is a motion "for" or "towards" some end. Every motion either does not achieve that end or achieves that end in degrees of perfection.
Unconscious, we may feel like we act with no purpose or that all happens around us without purpose. Yet, this is where we must look inward at ourselves: who do I want to become? In what manner am I becomming that person?
We may be surprised that the end we desire is not the one we are moving towards. We may, at times, be surprised by the low, imperfect, and inconsequential ends we strive for.
In Christ, I believe, we find that someone we may strive for. But see what a marvelous perfection it is!
Christ bore weakness and himself was weak. He bore weakness and was strong. His smallness only magnified his glory. The perfection we seek is not in losing ourselves, but dying to ourselves such that we regain ourselves completely. Even 'it is' strives towards 'it is perfect.' The fact that we are individuals does not mean we must seek to lose individuality, but claim it totally. This is what a relationship with God is.
Do we, then, exist to tend towards imperfection, or perfection?
Literature
The Greatest Artist
The artist I'm about to speak of,
Has the most Glorious name...
...God
God creates, not a moving picture,
But a living thing.
Not a photo,
That shows only one frame.
Not a painting,
With fine detail.
Not a sculpture,
That cannot move.
Not a robot,
That doesn't have feelings.
He creates human beings with...
...life. :heart:
Literature
Pour me out
Pour me out, o Lord.
Spill out all evil still in me,
and cleanse this vessel, Lord, for thee.
Take selfishness, and sin, and pride,
and make me pure and clean inside.
Pour me out, o Lord.
Pour me out, o Lord.
Let from my lips thy worship flow,
a song, that all the world might know
that thou hast saved and ransomed me
upon the cross of Calvary.
Pour me out, o Lord.
Pour me out, o Lord.
Let streams of mercy flow from me,
and all my life point men to thee.
Give me humility and love,
that I to all thy mercy prove.
Pour me out, o Lord.
Pour me out, o Lord,
although it may mean pain for me.
My life, my all, belongs to thee -
so
Literature
He Knows Us
He hears us
When we are mute.
He sees us
When we hide.
He guides us
When we are blind.
He understands us
When we studder.
He stays with us
When we go.
He's there for us
When everyone else leaves.
He's forgiving.
He's loving.
He's God.
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A brief reflection with a whole new section added.
The first half was written about 2 weeks ago, and the latter half today.
I wanted to address two things:
That perfection we cannoy see does not mean it is not there.
That perfection does not always mean "one and immutable."
It's a brief reflection meant to assist you and not meant to be an academic account, though I certainly drew on more academic accounts when thinking of this.
Comments are always welcome; questions likewise.
M
P.S. Still working on the piece on Original Sin.
The first half was written about 2 weeks ago, and the latter half today.
I wanted to address two things:
That perfection we cannoy see does not mean it is not there.
That perfection does not always mean "one and immutable."
It's a brief reflection meant to assist you and not meant to be an academic account, though I certainly drew on more academic accounts when thinking of this.
Comments are always welcome; questions likewise.
M
P.S. Still working on the piece on Original Sin.
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One Jesuit professor here might say, "Whatever exists, exists to be more full and perfect." Of course, he wouldn't quite put it as awkwardly as I have, but say it in flowing and poetic Filipino
I haven't even gotten to second-year philosophy yet, and I'm already learning a little. Thank you for your wonderfully written reflection.
I haven't even gotten to second-year philosophy yet, and I'm already learning a little. Thank you for your wonderfully written reflection.