Monotheism

Let us suppose that there are more than two worlds.  In fact, let us suppose that every person lives in their own individualized world.  A person with great insight would immediately recognize exactly which world each person inhabits.  If that person were somewhat insensitive he might also characterize each world, categorize it, cut it, dry it, and sell it by the ounce.  I am not that person.  I am neither so good nor so bad.  One my great virtues is the occasional ability to avoid the effects of my own intense curiosity or idle meddling.  I can take on a combination of compassion and resignation at key moments to avoid innocent insult or injury to someone else.  I wish that I were better at it.

Objectively, of course, there is only one world that we all inhabit - knocking elbows and politely finding our ways - or not.  Such is the source of much drama, much suffering.  It starts small and grows.  One wants something.  One wishes for something.  One accepts a gift.  It is something small and innocent or else perhaps it is great and beautiful.  Or something else...

Suddenly I am writing about the wonderful multiplex world of the spirit (subjective reality).  One has not really lived until one has experienced obsession.  A small obsession might be sufficient as a "sign and a wonder", a warning.  It is the stuff of addiction.  But never mind about that for now.  I have enough material for a whole blog entry on addiction.

I have experienced the effects of abruptly cutting off an obsession (neurosis?).  What else can we call grief?  I have not experienced the more usual drug induced addiction.  From time to time I have been obsessed about someone, but that is not usually considered addiction.  It is not addiction when there is an inevitable cure, when the process ceases to be mechanical and takes on a life of its own.  The greatest potential obsession may be exercise of the power to make a change in the world.  This, too, has an inevitable cure - even if only death at some point.  By this, I know that there is a greater suffering than death and it all starts with a wish, a desire, or consenting to accept something (perhaps as a gift).

But I digress.

In monotheism (leaving aside all the multiple and infinite definitions of God) all the values that motivate us always hearken back to one supreme value, from which all meaning falls out and which informs the various pieces and aspects of our lives.  This, of course, is my own personal definition.  Ideally, as we move through our lives and the necessary projects and actions mutate to fit circumstances, there is still that one unchanging guiding principle that causes everything to make sense.  To lose that guiding principle is also to risk death, either by suicide or else from a broken heart.  So monotheism is one of those things with a price to pay.  Is the price we pay for meaning worthwhile?  I think so.  I would pay a lot to see all the way to the heart of the world.


There is just that one small worm eating away at it.  I have the certain knowledge that my understanding is not perfect.  In the best of circumstances it may only be accurate to the nearest quarter inch.  Such a small error could easily be critical.

So.  What is the supreme first cause in your life?  Should we even have one?  I never had a choice.