PERCEPTION OF PURPOSE

            “All novels, all poetry, are built to the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.  And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal.  Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden

            “Maybe you feel that too,” he spoke, “the balance of good and evil within—a life for the Greater Love, or a life of love for self-satisfactions; a desire to have against the understanding for sacrifice; a drive to control versus a contentment to let be.  Life is not about perfection—actualization into something above and beyond man or woman.  Life’s not about knowledge, learning and seeking and harboring answers to questions that don’t matter, that detract from purpose more than serving one. 

            In the end, maybe the purpose is just Love.  Did we live it?  Did we offer it, imperfect even as shown?  God judges hearts, not facades, not minds.  If life is a test, it is not passed by speaking the right words or doing the right acts if absent accordant heart. 

            Maybe the answer is an energy, a lived emanation returned by spirit back to the Universal, the Creator and Gifter of the life and soul that we possess, whether eternal or for ephemeral moment we exist within the Universal.”

            He studied her face, reading her eyes, and the silence of her contemplation.  The longer he lived, the less he needed answers.  He lived contentment in acceptance of unknowns and joy in revelations when they should appear.

            The wind shifted, lifting and scattering strands of her settled hair, catching in the falling angle of evening light. 

            She would keep her silence, and he was content not to know.  He would continue living his answer in emanation back into the Universal.    

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