Completeness

And finally it can be concluded that nothing ever surpasses completion. And it is undeniably true that all things have failed to achieve even this basic form of efficausity. Existence Is a work in progress, and that progress leads to a destination which will either provide us with a new goal to reach, or will be the end of all.

The end cannot be a location because it is the end, the nothing cannot be something. The word itself exists only so we have a name for an unknown. It’s kindred are, so I would think; infinity, never, eternity, and completely. We do not and cannot know these things because they are beyond our understandings. Which might explain why it has been tried so many times by people greater in intellect than myself to hold these things in the confining grip of understanding. To know something is to limit it.

We stare at the stars with the same eyes used to watch the ocean. Waves come in amounts I call limitless as stars hang at heights I cannot measure in volumes I would not care to count, and still I would try. Maybe that’s why things like poetry and music intrigue me as much as they do (I must apologize to the artists who sculpt, paint, dance, or so on because I am more limited than most in my appreciation for these forms of beauty).

Art is tied to emotion. Emotion, and I believe the poets are to thank, we link to our soul; and our soul is what we are when stripped down. We are beings who are drawn to the infinite not because we want to master the untameable, but because the unreachable calls to us. It is the something that adds worth to who and what we are. It is the destination. And because that destination is itself infinite it can never be reached. We simply can’t touch it with the tools that we have been given, yet allt he same the human soul will not be content willout it. So what then are we left with? Feeble attempts at philosophy, theologies of religion, self improvement, experiences of pleasure or pain, and desire.

Whatever we, the human, could once do to satisfy our hope is no longer viable, lust and want have put away hope for the time. Then what of our efforts to arrive at the destination? They are hopeless. It is my conclusion, and I have spent more time than most of my ages considering this, that it is not up to us to complete this journey.

As I’ve said, the destination calls to us. Just as our nature longs to be with the infinite, so does the destination desire for us to journey with it. So it calls us with our emotions by painting its beauty, both simple and infinite in the soul of the human.

For my part, I have concluded that humility is among the first steps which must be taken to obtain understanding. We must realize that the destination is unreachable, that the infinite is uncontainable, that the eternal will not allow itself to be measure, and that this is in part a point to the journey. It was meant to be this way