Statehood

"I'm livin' in a state of grace and it's a fucked up place..."

-House of Pain

There is no doubt in my mind that we all posess the will, and therefore, the power inherent in the theoretical state of grace. And I am no longer Catholic. And I am no more Christian than your average Tamir, Duk, or Harel. But I have seen the grace of God manifest in the lowliest of sinners, and the antithesis of God in the most revered holy man. No name, no word, no conjured sound invention can accurately capture the spirit of energy that gives man his animus, or the soul its ache for communion. And I don't mean the Eucharistic cracker of flesh or the chalice of plasma. I mean the communion that sends explorers over mountains and oceans and through vast vacuums of space. The longing for communion that charges a child to put a piece of paper in a bottle and hurl it with all his might into a roaring sea. The same striving that connects over 900 million people through a network of wire over an entire planet.

Why are we here? Here on this web page. Here on LiveJournal. Here at this computer. Here at your desk, or in the classroom, or sprawled out on your bed. Here at your friends house checking your email and the latest posts on your friends list. Why?

When was the last time you said a prayer? What was it for?

You can't really remember, because of the hundreds of prayers we may consciously say aloud in our lifetime, we don't account for the millions that flitter through our minds on behalf of the greater luminous soul that resides within. Hopes and dreams and wants and needs and smiles and tears and fears and emotions. These are all prayers to our greater consciousness. We all seek fulfillment of a need we can't even identify. Our mind is like a dousing rod searching for the lifegiving water in an infinite expanse. The water is our grace. It's the ineffable thing, the uninvented word, that compels us to be, to live, and then to move on. And our minds are too small to grasp this magical thing, this god, this soul. And while we recognize it immediately when it is before us, we can no more describe it than we can describe heaven or love or what our own births were like.

The beauty and joy of our grace is how much we don't know about it, even though we search for it every day, simply by living on and then dying. And while there is tragedy in the world, and a sense of loss each time someone leaves us behind, whether through illness, or disaster, or the horrors of war, we should always remember that the grace of the soul is still within us all, and the spirit that moves us grants us each a key to that state whenever we decide to travel there.

As long as we strive for communion we know that there is hope for humanity.