I was reading 'The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work", the latest publication from my all-time favourite English writter, Alain de Botton. His decorative words are akin to that of a fine aged wine, bursting with depth of characters and sprinkles of after-taste, leaving a beautiful consensual impression with plenty of rooms for added subjective opinion. Each sentence savours like a psalm in the bible.
There was a little sip of Alain's collage about loneliness, a paradigm of a lighthouse beaming its purposeful light in the midst of Western Australian desert, that instantenously set the background theme for my afternoon cup of wandering thoughts.
"Hmmm, when you have them all: fame, power, fortune, prestige and sex; what's there left to your desire?" - a question for a God, the lonesome supreme whose soul reside as a lighthouse shining in the vast emptiness of a Western Australian desert.
love in return.
Could the query cause an everlasting dilemma?
In abandonment, we would lost our soul to its entire meaning. In opposition, reciprocally, does that mean that God, too, is lonely and created us to contest His predicament?
Could that contentious selfish act, from His longing to be loved, made us to be a variation of his image, who has a universal thirst; of love?
Yes seems to defeat the purpose of God. Yet the denial of the inquisition brings out another mystery of our existence in His light. Why would God tests our faith if He does not fear?
In the end, on the harmony of complex humanity, does that mean that God is playing a crazy little game called love, with us?
So who would you be, and how would you proceed?
And as for me, the sentimental me, this is just a theory, of what love could be.
"Lord, can You hear me now...?"-Damien Rice