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Humanity Has Failed
Originally posted by KineticX
... Maybe I have a unique perspective, or maybe I am just disgusted...
...I thought id share this unique perspective with...
....From a grand perspective at this point I have come to....
...If there is a god I would imagine...
...I would imagine that any intelligent being out there...
What are your thoughts?
O Light Invisible, we praise Thee!
Too bright for mortal vision.
O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less;
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
We thank Thee for the light that we have kindled,
The light of altar and of sanctuary;
Small lights of those who meditate at midnight
And lights directed through the coloured panes of windows
And light reflected from the polished stone,
The gilded carven wood, the coloured fresco.
Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward
And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
Originally posted by seagull
reply to post by Damian65
A few sparks? It only takes one to light a candle. It only takes one to light a warming fire.
Someone once said "'tis better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness."
Mankind can be a dark, dark creature...we see that on the news every day. Hour after hour. The sparks seem few, and far between..., and so small in comparison to the overwhelming darkness around us.
T.S. Eliot says it better than I ever could...
O Light Invisible, we praise Thee!
Too bright for mortal vision.
O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less;
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
We thank Thee for the light that we have kindled,
The light of altar and of sanctuary;
Small lights of those who meditate at midnight
And lights directed through the coloured panes of windows
And light reflected from the polished stone,
The gilded carven wood, the coloured fresco.
Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward
And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
Being human is a struggle against our darkness, a struggle to stay on the side of the light. Ying, and yang. It's not easy. Maybe it's not supposed to be...
Darkness is our lot only if we allow it to be.
Humanity has failed only when we all give up to our dark nature. I've not done so, and while I fail from time to time, I'm not quite ready to give in to the dark...or to claim that we've failed.