What is it with us frail human beings, that we think we know so much? Or perhaps I should say why do we see the obvious staring us in the face and still refuse to believe it?



God has made His reality apparent in the world that He created. Life, death and then, life again, are reflected clearly for us in cycles of death and rebirth within the creation. The change of seasons - or even a cataclysmic event (such as a volcanic eruption) - where life continually re-emerges.



But today, it seems, the mysterious is not accepted. It is not adequate for us to admit that we are not the one with the ultimate say, or admit that we can not arrive at the purest of truth simply by observation of the world around us. In order to arrive at this stance, we must first assume that we ourselves hold first place in all things. We must aschew any notion of the divine and reckon that we can determine all things armed with the senses alone. It must be smelled, tasted, touched, heard or seen to have any merit.


Then come the insurmountable obstacles... the will and the notion of justice.

How is justice determined? How is the bar set, or what is the measuring stick? How are laws made? to be continued...