Monday, May 28, 2007

Man V God 2

Over hearing a stranger talking about the pursuit of happiness got me to thinking in the dark dank corner of McGovern's Bar. Aristotle writes that the human good is happiness. Saying that what a human strives for is happiness. This does not take into account the numerous centuries of existence in which humans could not wish for more than survival. It was therefore only in modern civilization, in which comfort was a law, that man could strive to achieve happiness. This then violates the notion that the good or best humans can achieve is happiness. Saying this I assert that creation is the true human good. Humans desire to create, whether it is with tools or with their bodies. The creation of life is the ultimate euphoric experience for people, and when it is not possible to create human life people will manipulate animals to create animal life. An even lesser euphoric experience is when a person creates with his or her own hands. A carpenter, a mason, a farmer and an artist all experience the same high after creating a piece of art. These artisans strive for creation, which brings happiness.
In William Blake's A Marriage of Heaven and Hell he shows admiration for both the Devil and for God. Why? Because they both create. John Milton's Paradise Lost shows this same reverence. God created existence and the Devil created his own heaven from the refuse of God's creation. Man creates so that he may emulate God. For the notion of God is purely a human trait, so to say that God has no definition, no boundaries, but across the earth is known as the essence of creation. If a society has a god, any god at all it is a creator. This then leads man to want to be God. The only way a mortal can be close to becoming God is through creation. And if God is the pure essence from which everything flows, then God is the ultimate and supreme good. Therefore the best a human can wish to be is God. And the only way to emulate God is through creation.


Creation itself is split amongst phenomenal and noumenal creation. The phenomenal creation is aesthetic and tangible. It can be felt, seen, smelled or heard. It effects and affects the senses. The noumenal creation however can only be detected through the intellect, through the mind and imagination. Ideas are noumenal creations, and they must be created. There are no ideas floating in the ether awaiting to be perceived, they are created through the synapses of our gray matter, our decomposing meat brain.
The creation of art and aesthetic beauty is often praised more highly than the creation of life, and even though they are both phenomenal creations, they compete for legitimacy. The noumenal creation of ideas is the muse for the phenomenal creation. Without the ethereal influences upon the brain creation can never reach the hands. To recreate noumenal creation one must create Human life. Therefore creation of human life is the closest to Godliness man can achieve. Only when the original is created can recreation exist. Man will never be God, for God is never phenomenal, only ethereal, noumenal. God has never been created, only lives in a state of continuous creation. The noumenal, un-manifested creation is God, if God were ever manifested into any physical form God would cease to be in a constant state of creation, God would have become Gods own creation, and therefore no longer boundless and ever changing. God would die, God would cease. So man cannot sense God, and man cannot be God. We can only imitate God through creation of noumenal existence and creativity in others.

"Woman is a ray of God. She is not just the earthly beloved; she is creative, not created."

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Oh Mighty Creation

I sit here alone
Blinded from the light.
Where have these hours gone?
Never to be had,
My gullet groans.
These wee hours between life and loafing
My sham existence cries out for a savior.
Be my light,
Draw me away from this screen
Bring me out of the cave.
Here I sit watching the shadows upon the wall.
I need you're smile to free me of my shackles
I need you're strength to help me up.
The fire here glows bright red,
The statuettes frighten me.
Be with me as I climb this slope
Be with me as I become enlightened.
If you are here where I am
Come with me
I'm making a break for it!
Away from the flickering light,
Away from those who argue over the shadows on the wall.
Let me be up there, in the light of day.
Let me see you're purity,
Let me see you're essence.
But alas I sit here and weep.
Lay me down my soul to sleep.
I lust to climb forward
But my mind has grown too week
So here I sit, amongst the Sophists and the rest.
OH MIGHTY GOD OF GODS!
Allow me to be enlightened.
Allow me to know, allow me to be free.
Allow me to live.
Come with me to the land of the sun.
Forth we shall go, we leave at dawn.