Something is profoundly wrong. The universe, whether emanated from the true divine Source or crafted with good intent, should reflect goodness, harmony, and wholeness. Yet clearly it does not. Suffering, decay, injustice, and existential alienation pervade existence. This world is not the flawless creation of the true God, but a flawed, lower realm — the work of the Demiurge, a blind and arrogant lesser power. Nor is this world - if you do not believe in God, a good one anyway. But I am talking in myth and symbol. A myth is not a lie. It is a truth which cannot be told in any other way - especially logically. And the myth can convey meaning in a way that rational logic perennially fails. This is not to say rational logic is bad for us. It is to say it has its limits. We find ourselves in exile here, divine sparks trapped in a prison of matter that has gone terribly awry. The original intent of goodness has been corrupted. This is the fundamental human predicament...
North Stoke Life
Sightings from a hamlet in Oxfordshire, England. Everything done here is an experiment in the movement of thought and trying to observe that happening. Nothing here is a judgement call. I'm asking you simply to look at what is happening and to confess to it.