31 day challenge day 17

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What is your most proud moment?

Actually I’ve always thought of pride as a bad thing, a “root of contention”, justifying atrocities, fomenting hatred, and the arch enemy of love.  The story is told that this was the cause of Satan’s transformation from a magnificent angel of light to a foul demonic entity (sadly I’ve seen it happen with people too).

I could try to think of one of my most cringe-worthy moments when I said or did something in total pride (there have been many, and we never look more ridiculous than when puffed up with pride) but I don’t think that is the intent of the question.

Maybe I could substitute something like a defining moment when I felt a sense of achievement or value. There’s the intense joy a mother feels in her children’s achievements and most of all recognizing their value and integrity as human beings. (Having seven great kids there’s been lots of those!) There’s the satisfaction of achieving a hard fought goal (like breaking the mold of my 1950’s low class school to get an hons. degree).

But I think my most thrilling moment was when I realized that the God of the universe loved little old me just as I am, and he took me in (warts and all) and called me to follow. There are so many billions in the world, that I was privileged to get to know him personally was awe inspiring (though he of course loves all his children that way).

Ode to Atlantis.

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atlantis

Down where the silver fishes play
Sunk down deep in its decay
Where once the proud like peacocks stood
Lies shattered stone like shards of wood.

It’s peaceful there now down in the depths, no more slaves, no more evil, earth and water washed it all away, this once “thriving” civilization. It thrived on hate and greed, on privilege and slaughter, using its knowledge to enslave the souls of men, trapped in the treadmill of its habitation.
Once the tumult of voices filled the streets, but no more. Now all is silent as the grave, and bones, picked clean, line the confines, earth and water conspiring to eradicate their evil lest it spread, contaminating the earth.
Now sharks bask in scattered sunshine that filters through the waves, like sentinels guarding the city hidden deep below. Coral adorns its sunken walls, shadows its depths. The trinkets and gold it sought long scattered by the waves, sunk beneath encroaching sands.
A lesson lies here, hidden, unknown, all glory brought to naught in a single day. Its vast armies unable to intervene, its technology of no avail against the powers that over threw it. They thought themselves invincible upon the earth, securing its resources to their will, enslaving “lower species” of men. Standing in the height of their power they were consumed in an instant. Now the fish inherit all.

Atlantian Legends.

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Down where the silver fishes play
Sunk down deep in its decay
Where once the proud like peacocks stood

Lies shattered stone like shards of wood

atlantis

It’s peaceful there now down in the depths, no more slaves, no more evil, earth and water washed it all away, this once “thriving” civilization. It thrived on hate and greed, on privilege and slaughter, using its knowledge to enslave the souls of men, trapped in the treadmill of its habitation.

Once the tumult of voices filled the streets, but no more. Now all is silent as the grave, and bones, picked clean, line the confines, earth and water conspiring to eradicate their evil lest it spread, contaminating the earth.
Now sharks bask in scattered sunshine that filters through the waves, like sentinels guarding the city hidden deep below. Coral adorns its sunken walls, shadows its depths. The trinkets and gold it sought long scattered by the waves, sunk beneath encroaching sands.
A lesson lies here, hidden, unknown, all glory brought to naught in a single day. Its vast armies unable to intervene, its technology of no avail against the powers that over threw it. They thought themselves invincible upon the earth, securing its resources to their will, enslaving “lower species” of men. Standing in the height of their power they were consumed in an instant. Now the fish inherit all.

Only Human.

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To be human means of necessity flawed, not perfect. It would be nice if we were demi-gods of some sort with divine wisdom and strength of character, supermen or women,but early on, as childhood banter ceases, we realize perfection eludes us. We either lower the bar or live a life of frustration.
Some transfer their ideas of perfection to others, their partner, government, doctors, evangelists… then, when some awful truth comes to light, abandon them, leaving behind a trail of broken families, law suits and lost faith. Should we then abandon our ideals, cheat, lie, steal and live for “number one”? That road leads to anarchy, hate and destruction.
My philosophy tends to be, aim high but try not to get all bent out of shape if I fail – I’m human right? Of course this is a philosophy which is often flawed by my failure to implement it.
I try hard to remember that my fellow humans are like wise flawed and not set unrealistic expectations on them (I find this simpler. Sometimes it’s easier to forgive the failings of others than your own that you have to live with.)
Most destructive of all are those who, not being able to face their imperfections, augment their self esteem by demeaning others. I’m sure we can all think of some nasty illustrations of where that can lead. A soul at peace with itself generally feels no need to exert authority to gain respect. Sadly we all have a lot to learn about being human.