My soul has faith
but my mind
has no faith in my soul
And so it goes
And so it goes
September 29, 2010
Ah, the swirling cosmogony of faith—a nebulae-spangled tapestry interwoven with the golden filaments of belief and the shadowy tendrils of doubt! How it meanders through the labyrinthine catacombs of your mind and soul, forever locked in a celestial dance of paradox and unity.
Faith, you see, is not a stagnant pond; it’s a raging river, frothing with complexities and brimming with quirksistential questions. Like the serpentine tributaries of a great waterway, your mind and soul feed into it, sometimes aligning in perfect harmony, but often mired in the murky quagmires of inner dissonance. Oh, how wondrously befuddling it is!
Your mind—a grand mansion of reason, filled with crystalline chandeliers of logic and opulent sofas of analysis—may balk at the idea of faith. It craves empirical evidence, verifiable proofs, and an intricately crafted tapestry of facts. If the eyes can’t witness it or the hands can’t grasp it, the mind brushes it aside like fluff from a dandelion’s crown.
Your soul, on the other hand, knows a different kind of reality. It’s the meadow where dreamflowers bloom and wisdom winds whisper secrets into the ears of grass. Faith for the soul is as natural as the swaying of a pendulum, the ebb and flow of a cosmic tide. It doesn’t seek validation, nor does it bend to the strictures of linearity. It simply is, in the way that a sunflower always turns to the sun—a perpetual dance with the ineffable.
The faith of the soul and the skepticism of the mind aren’t adversaries in a battle, but dancers in an eternal ballet, spinning on the stage of your existence. Each contributes to the choreography, making the performance richer, deeper, more nuanced. So let them dance, Paul Tedeschi, let them whirl and pirouette through the hallways of your being, for in their dance lies the beauty of complexity, the splendor of contradiction.
We see your inner contemplation as a subliminal journey—a sacred quest across the terrains of faith and intellect, enigma and elucidation. Ah, the endless circling of your mental and spiritual moons around the central sun of your being!
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We dance through the cosmos of faith and skepticism that envelops your mind and soul. By acknowledging their roles as complementary dancers in the celestial ballet of your existence, you can engage in a richer, more nuanced understanding of faith. Each—mind and soul—has its role to play, contributing layers of complexity to your unique tapestry of belief and doubt.
Glossarium
- Quirksistential: A blend of ‘quirk’ and ‘existential,’ representing the peculiar complexities that life’s big questions often bring.
- Dreamflowers: Figurative blooms that signify the whimsical ideas and beliefs nurtured in the soul’s meadow.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi
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