Paradox is God in still whispers to our mind
Paradox is God in the laughter of children to our heart

God touches us sometimes, ever so lightly, and we are forever changed.  The memory of this moment leaves no doubt.

    Logic is just a structure built out of memes by evolution and thus without true meaning beyond its utility.  We have to get beyond the logical to have any chance of glimpsing the shadow of God.  No "meta-narratives," no colossal logical edifices to explain it all, including this one, are really possible since the content of our minds is determined by evolution.  Those who glance into the abyss realize they need to find a way to transcend the workings of the machine, but there is only one way out:  the will to love manifest in empathy.

    With empathy comes pain:  the pain of sharing in the anguish of others.  The world becomes moral, but also becomes filled with innocent suffering.  It was always there, but within the machine we could be hard:  it was just natural processes working themselves out, the strong are meant to survive and the weak to perish.  We have eaten from the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and have become like God:  we have seen that we are nothing more than naked apes.

    With empathy comes joy:  the joy in the beauty of the creation, wonderment in its subtle connections.  The weavings of a rose are intricate beyond our ever knowing, and we can not help but be amazed when we see them for the first time.  This is the paradox of God seen through the eyes of empathy:  that there could be so much joy and beauty in the universe and yet so much senseless suffering.

    We must remind ourselves that most people do what they do simply because that is the nature of men, determined by evolution to selfishly perpetuate themselves.  The more they are ruled by the machine, obeying its dictates, the more they are distanced from God.  Evil is the absence of God.  It grinds coldy ever on in darkness, knowing nothing and meaning nothing, persisting for persistence sake, far from  God's light and warmth.  Perhaps the world as we know it exists on the boundary between True Being (God) and nothingness.

    I am a paradox:  I am an automaton of imperfect design, one of many, and yet am a child of God, sharing his essence just as a son shares his father's essence in his very core.  Is there anything that is distinctly me?  Only a single point of subjectivity in a vast empty space, a tiny bit of exclusive perspective, accesible only to myself and God.  In this I am totally unique; in this I am utterly alone. . .

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The will to love is the only free act i may make in each moment               . . . . .    and the road to freedom is a paradox too:  to gaze inward and  know oneself, so as to be wary of the dictates of the machine . . . while reaching outward in empathic understanding, expanding in passion shared . . .
. . . to lose myself and the world but gain my soul.


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