Continuous

I had a chance to take some time just to sit this evening. I sat on a bench under a large maple tree, eating a ham sandwich, and reading a good book. And as I sat, I began to notice a few things.

Birds began to gather in the trees, paying me no mind.

People walked by, moving along their self-designated paths to accomplish whatever it was that they felt it was absolutely necessary to accomplish.

An engine revved in the distance, fighting against entropy to try and live again.

A man delivered pizza to place of residence.

More birds gathered. They flocked. They flew. They still paid me no mind.

As all of these things took place, I realized that they had a very important thing in common:

I had absolutely nothing to do with them. No influence. No significance. I had stopped for a moment, and the world just continued to happen around me. And it got along with things just fine.

It was humbling to consider, but after getting past the frequently-ignored epiphany that the world doesn't revolve around me, I realized how freeing it is that, though I do have a part to play, the course of nature and life and the unfolding future does not rest on my shoulders. There is an order to things. A significant, perfect, well-managed order. And yes, entropy naturally causes decline. And yes, it's our job to add to life against decay. And yes, this world can be scary at times, or intense, or just plain heavy. But ultimately, the order is maintained. However, it's not maintained by us. Regardless of our miniscule acts of choice and cause and effect, life moves forward, undaunted. It does not need us in order to continue to be Life. This is because Life is not just a collection of events instigated by humans. It is a living thing. An entity. A person, totally separate from we, the people, of planet Earth. Some like to call it God. I think It's okay with that title, but perhaps that as well as any other one title just doesn't quite cover the bigness and trueness of what It is. But It continues, with or without us.

There is a certain comfort in knowing that I'm not in control, nor do I have to be. But it's a comfort that comes only from knowing and believing and sensing that the Master of Order isn't just doing things (like we do) to get them done and move on to the next thing because that's how it goes and there isn't any stopping because life is a race and if you don't keep running, you lose.

No.

The Master maintains the Order, I think, because It is motivated by something greater than obligation or fear or frantic trudgery. It is motivated by Purpose. It is motivated because It is Life, and it can't be anything other than what It is: Unceasing, Relentless Vivacity; The Essence of Genesis.

And this is where it gets truly Good:

The Core of Life, the Source of Glory, the Definition of the Master...

It is Love.

So feel free to take it easy. Love finds a way. And It doesn't depend on you.