This post was inspired by the image
below, and both describes my feelings about my religion and inspires
this post.
I once drew during class. It was a
tessellation, and it was one of the most detailed things I ever put
onto paper in a fifty-minute setting. It was a simple pinwheel, but I
expanded it, using a set length increment to increase its size, I
very meticulously worked at it, getting the lines perfect. I added
more and more complexity, finding that the patterns I added to it
synthesized with the old ones, becoming a more intense pattern, which
expanded and contracted multiple times, before finding its happy end
in the middle, where I started.
Inspired by this, I went home and
expanded further, going into the third dimension. I no longer have
this, as it was made with Lego sticks, but upon completion, I had a
retractable ovular third-sphere, which, due to the seemingly random
color choices I made, looked like an eye – black pupil, green iris
(with many blue and red imperfections), and white background. The
extra dimension was unintentional, but the physical pieces,
unhindered by the second dimension I drew in class, stretched to make
this amazing creation. Intrigued, I reversed the pattern near the
corners of the eye, using other sticks I colored myself, now
intending a plan for this.
In short, I made a face, it was quite
large, and very flimsy. Sadly, the thing disintegrated, and I forgot
the patterns I used. But, for that brief moment in time, I was god
over something; I used an intentional pattern to make something I
found satisfying. It was only much later, staring at the pile of
Legos pulled apart by gravity's lure, that I made the connection of
an overarching Creator. For I, with my limited means, made a
beautiful thing within a single day, and which didn't last very long.
I ignored it, and it went into shambles. But my God (I would go
further into explaining this God, but that's not the purpose of this
blog post) made the world, and did not leave it alone.
For, true perfection is something which
is added to constantly. I could have added more structural stability
to my creation, but the stability would have damaged the face of my
creation, and would not have made it beautiful in my eye. I also
could have stayed with my creation, not only maintaining, but
expanding further, using my patterns to make the rest of the body; my
God did, and so much more.
He made not only me, but he made every
single person on Earth, every fleck of dust in space, and every
phenomenon. All of it is by his hand; every eruption, every downpour,
every birth is observed and maintained by Him, and it all follows
patterns of such unimaginable complexity that, using human words and
terms, I would shame myself by attempting to describe it (though I
will indeed attempt to).
Not only did he create it but, through
a combination of the most complex algorithms and structures, he put
forth patterns that replicate themselves, that increase in
complexity, all by themselves. He is not only the Creator, but the
Ultimate Initiator; Creation sometimes starts as a simple, small
pattern, which expands exponentially by itself. But the Creator, the
Initiator, stays with it, until the Creation is mature enough to give
praise to its creation; at that time, the Creator, gracious and
pleased by His Creation's praise, continues to expand, adding his
signature to multiple parts of this new sub-reality. Eventually, this
Creation becomes so complex that it meets the Creator's complexity,
and melds with it. Even still, the Creation understands its
subservience to its Creator.
My God happened to allow certain parts
of this Creation to partake in His reality directly, upon their
expiration in the sub-reality. If I join him when my tenure in this
world expires, I will thakn him directly, for creating a Creation of
such complexity as to allow for sub-realities to spawn within
themselves; to allow a child such as myself, half asleep in a morning
class, to build a miniature reality in fifty minutes, then to take
that reality and expand it within a day to become something I didn't
even imagine possible, which I could passively expand by simply
letting the patterns I created take hold.
This is my God, who guides His
Creation's creations.
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