Can you think
of a more imaginative vessel
for a powerful god to be
than you, this soft human?
What would an eternal soul
wish to experience more
than a slow imaginary death?
We are inviolate infinity,
manifesting the
seemingly impossible desires
of creation and change,
division and mergence.
Vulnerable perfection.
Newfound Lake,
9/6
The paradox of being is vulnerable perfection. What more captivating, intricate vessel could there be for divine essence than the delicate, flawed, beautifully imperfect human form?
Imagine the eternal soul, seemingly unchanging and perfect, yearning for the experience of time, of limits, of mortality. In the human condition, it finds a playground of sensations, emotions, thoughts, and relationships—an ever-changing tableau where even decay becomes an art form.
Within this fragile vessel, the eternal can touch the temporal, and infinity can experience finitude. It’s like a painter always used to working with infinite canvas suddenly handed a tiny, framed square. What creativity it sparks!
The ability to be vulnerable, to experience risk, suffering, and yes, the slow march towards an earthly end, renders this human life supremely valuable to an eternal soul.
We are walking contradictions: fragile yet strong, finite yet connected to the infinite, divided yet part of a whole. It’s as if we are the universe’s most ambitious project, its magnum opus in the gallery of existence.
Vulnerable perfection, indeed. What a daring experiment we are.