Meaning- a message to another. -Robert Fullarton

Meaning-
a message to another.
-Robert Fullarton

Everything has meaning...you see, if there is no life after death, (like when the curtain comes up on a stage production and the director walks onto the stage and all is revealed, where the veil is lifted and the opaque glass of life becomes clear), then this life has no meaning, and if this life has no meaning then our judgments have no meaning, but you see our thoughts are predilected towards opinion, perspective and a specific world view, we are creatures looking outward, we are surveyors of life, making judgment, dissecting between the actions and dramas of the present world, could all this be meaningless? We are designed to be partial in our desires to hope, in the discovery of facts, both physical and moral facts, that correspond to what is absolute, to what is true and eternal. Choice is a free gift given, but all choices are not going to lead one to safety.

The life of the present shapes the future, as the life in the body shapes the life beyond the body, no man has sunken lower than he who has given up and believes his life to be a nothing, who does not see a semblance of the hand of God in creation, who does not wake on a clear and sunny morning to aspire to know the reason why! The teacher of Ecclesiastes drinks and toasts his past, in lamentation, like a Roman diplomat, his idols are the figments of his knowledge, but his knowledge of facts, does not save him, from the poverty of thought that has left him in deep despair, to know the reason why! Life is relational and personal, not mechanical, not isolated in the stark vaults of some insular philosophical ideology, we see the abstract and the macro to be enigmatic and some see faith to be an anomaly, or anathema, but so many today live a utilitarian existence set on auto-pilot, happy to be the pieces of the chest board, on which others lead them across the entire spectrum of thought and livelihood.

Western man is consumed psychologically with his accessories, to all things utilitarian, mindful of the chattels and fixtures of the leisure society, we have inherited from our forebears. Man does not see the gaps and gulfs of the heart, nor view the panorama of wasteful, untouched ground in such gulfs, each society is carried by a rabid and stark political wind, and this present one in its delusional, utopian dream, of ironing out all human creases of difference (whether it be in morals, cultural differences or philosophical orientations) and to harness the energy of guilt and victimhood for the supreme control of all thought and free-speech into a violent twisting of facts.

In the narrative of life, I have heard the author’s voice, I have searched the book, from past to present and I see everyone’s name and life written into the pages of the book, each life is being developed into the ongoing story. The author’s voice spoke to me in the sublime moments of my story, when I had eyes to see the great expanses and see the threads of reason and meaning binding all together, I received the call, heard the narrative, became self aware of something truly beautiful and I have lived and walked through the hollow of the darkness in search of the light.

Unlike Diogenes the cynic, one does not walk through the day with the great intent of finding the lost “honest man” but one must become the honest man and must convert from the well-spring of loathing, from all that leaks from corrupting worldly hatred, of the dark hearted human being, into what is a resurrected light, a resurrected life, a soul- aware of its own hope and meaning. Courage, strength, beyond what previous strength was known to us, wisdom (stoked and stirred from the grand scheme of meaning, from the authors book and power) love, beyond our pride, gives way unto sacrifice for the growth of another life in its place, but all draws from meaning, from its book and from the source of God’s Power unfolding!