Sunday, March 21, 2004

Two sides of humanity

What makes human beings human?  Is it our human natures, our foibles and natural urges? Or is it that something else that makes us different?

I believe there are two sides of us. One is the normal everyday side, which everybody nutures. The other is a side which is a little harder to define, which not so many people nurture.

The Christians call it the spiritual side. Yes, that's partly it, but there's more to it too. It's the side that you use to understand the world.

It's a bit like: your normal everyday side is your point of view, while your other side comprises of your viewing points or your points to view (this idea is taken from Mister God, This Is Anna).

In a way, it's a little bit like becoming more Spirit, and less human, because it's totally separate from human needs and wants. Perhaps it's becoming a little more godlike, to be able to see things from many viewing points. However, you can never actually reach a stage when you can have as many viewing points as God, because we are not God, but His creation.

But it's not quite being godly, because it's separate from being good or bad, or even being. It's seeing and knowing, in the suspension of human judgement, or the pretense that you know better than someone else how to lead their life. Not how molecules are bonded, or why light travels in straight lines, but something else entirely.  It might consist partly of philosophical questions. Certainly, it involves questions which lead you in large circles, which inevitably lead you no where nearer to your answer than a circle can have an ending. It possibly involves extensive use of the question why, based on how we see, or know that stuff is true. For example, I know that Christianity is the true religion, just like I know that one piece of chocolate tastes better than another. However, what I haven't solved is what, why, when, where, how Christianity is truer. I've made the decision. I want it to be a more informed decision.

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Snippets and sawdust

World's closing in around me,
I wish I'd never come here.
Soon the tears will fall,
big, clumsy blobs -
like Humpty Dumpty from the wall.
Then when it all ends,
the sawdust covers all.

I'm typing on a sawdust filled keyboard and looking at a sawdust coated screen, for the IKEA people came today to drill in the cupboards on the wall. Now everything, everywhere in the study, is covered with sawdust.

A conversation I had with myself recently went as follows:
me: Read between the lines. 
myself: But there's nothing between the lines, only whiteness. 
me: Read that, then.