By William Markiewicz
Our world is a mix of contradictions. It’s impossible to understand all of them. Is it perhaps because it's the best we can get as a cocktail in the chalice of God?
Some of the components are impossible to imagine as a part of the cocktail; apparently infinite chunks of void in space, infinity of rocks, infinity of substances filling space (apparently there are myriads of miles of pure alcohol somewhere in space), of extreme temperatures … There are also elements of a size that fit us, as well as others infinitely too small for us, while those big chunks previously mentioned may fit infinitely greater giants.
The easiest thing for us probably would be to analyze the “cocktail” that fits our dimension. In our cocktail we have all the contradictions and appearances possible: From the beginning of life living entities attack other living entities to devour them, which is natural. They must do it or starve; it is not an expression of cruelty. Even plants, which get energy from the sun, mostly have roots in the soil where they take nutrition from former life. In the superior vertebrates, like humans, empathy makes us human while we need to kill and eat those lower in the food chain. It is our necessity to live with contradictions. We see posters showing one puppy and one little pig, with the description: “Both are cute, but why is one to love and the other to eat?” Why? Ask God. We cannot form a unique kind of personality. We are carnivores when we kill to eat and we are empathic when we are full of pity for the victims. We have to live with two different chunks of ourselves which must coexist. We cannot elaborate a uniform philosophy in a life that denies its possibility. We fool ourselves, become vegetarians, for instance, forgetting that plants are innocent living beings that survive uniquely by the law of numbers. We live in contradictions like those philosophers who ask rhetorically: how could God compensate Noah with coming back to Grace while the sacrificed past is lost forever? I ask myself: how can I compensate advancing age more generously and smoothly than my past was if, in our existence, more comfortable aging is a more comfortable road to death? How to accommodate those flagrant and fragrant contradictions? Well, apparently in the divine cocktail we must have some ambrosia and some mustard.Back to the index of the Vagabond