The Scar

The Scar

Although it could possibly be endless, or it could not be, for some reason it was stuck on the man's mind, it was convincing the man, that it was in fact endless. We are talking about this realm. This realm which includes everything, and which as such may be endless, insofar as all things that it includes only exist as signs to pay tribute to its endlessness, and to give markers to the man's mind, as he reaches further and further, that he will still find things...and slowly but surely man began to sense that his position was that of being defeated. Man is spoiled, and he thinks that at this point he is nothing other than a loser in a game.

So let us engage with man's mind, the thoughts he has which suggest to him that this realm is indeed endless. This realm at issue, which, if it makes things clearer, is actually a pretty concrete realm, something, let us say, like a cloud, suddenly envelops the man's senses, and the man believes that this universe of one particular thing is endless and limitless. We are not talking about an age old question about the infinite universe here, we are actually talking about something concrete man happens to encounter one day, as he is going about his duty. He encounters this realm, and it 'stuffs' everything, there are no gaps and holes, there are no points that exist outside of it. It is grand, too grand for the everyday, but the everyday is where it happens to be...

Until this point, man believes that he is lost within this realm, and it is up to this point that he believes he has lost a game. He has lost a struggle and not found the strength to challenge this realm, which fills everything. Man himself is nothing, an undefined, in the field of things which has an existence and presence. Man is, for the majority at least, invisible...he is on the losing side of this battle against the realm. And we must draw a certain general conclusion here: that man is to always give primacy to this belief that he is in a battle with this limitless realm.

But then another realization dawns on his mind. Another observation, which, in fact, signifies to him the possibility that God has silently slipped in through the door, while he himself was drunk on his own thoughts. For the new thought he has is this: 'look, this thing, this realm, not only does it seem to exist in limitlessness, and not only is it grand, but it is so grand that it is stifling. In a sense, it stifles everything. Everything has been pushed away, and destroyed into nonexistence by this realm because it has an oppressive force acting outwards. And it is not a spatial nonexistence, meaning that, it is not that things are obliterated physically, but even as they are there, in front of our very eyes, they are in fact non existent, non existent in the universe and dimension that matters...But, and this is why I think I haven't lost this battle just yet, why hasn't it stifled me? Why do I not feel stifled? Why, unlike the inert and lifeless things in this universe, am I alive and well and vital?'

This realization in the mind of man not only leads to him optimistically thinking of the possibility that he is in fact not on the losing side against the limitless, but rather, that he is in the winning side, that because he is not stifled by the limitless realm which hopes to stuff everything, he is in fact the one which is doing the stifling. And a far more 'evil' logic now circulates in the mind of man, spinning a whirlpool with strands of possibilities, which is that the man and the realm 'work together,' that man stifles part of the thing into inertness and the realm stifles another part of the thing into inertness. In a sense, man tops off what the realm tries to do. It is an ideal partnership between a stifling limitless realm and the man which cannot be stifled. But we must know better: for man is still on the losing side, frustratingly for him, in a sense, because the one weakness on the part of the realm now works for it.

But let us say that the man himself is content in this new found thought. What this means for us, is that man is now getting to a point that he is willing to accept the easier convincing argument over the more meandering one. But this new thought, that man and this realm of limitlessness are partners, is a thought so powerful, so consuming the man, and giving him so much energy that all its energy piles up and up and forms for the man to hold in his hand a massive staff, a rod, something with which, the man thinks, he can discipline. And he strikes, not so much to control those inert things, for these things are already dead, but to resist falling back into the idea that he is in fact defeated, that he, from his very origination, has been defeated. Any sense of real control over inert things is a fallacy. If things have been controlled, they have been done so by another agency, not man.

But nobody has said anything about defeat. Nobody has said anything about loss. It is, indeed, a part of life living in this realm. But when man strikes and moves on, strikes with his rod and moves on, he leaves behind something, a scar, something which does not signify a loss, but rather, a failure, in the eyes of God who has slowly left and shut the lights out.

But we are here, we are to be forever with the man, for in a way we have never been with him completely for him to fail us. What we can say to the man is this: that man must not think that God has a special plan for him, that he must not imagine that God will always be there for him. Rather, man must think so that God's relationship to man is one of many relationships, that, no matter how special in relation to the realm man is, he is one of many to God. God does his duty with man, just as with anything else, and he moves on...