2005-11-27T01:40:00.000-08:00

The Me In My Metaphorical Outlook...

I use the term waterfront metaphorically, the same way I would the word canvas.

Each offers limitless potential for life and growth.

Because I've never indulged in this pleasure via the internet

before, I don't quite know how to represent myself.

The idea of water inspires me because it is such a potent life force.

From it springs multifarious life forms and feeds those life forms.

Hence my chosen nom de plume, Waterlily. Signifying a colourful

blossom of life, ever faithful of greater splendor,

with the entire proverbial "waterfront" as my canvas !

Allow me to briefly introduce myself.

Foremost, I wish to convey that I am a great lover of humankind.

As a matter fact I love life, period. How anyone can disregard the

infinity beauty

of each solitary life form baffles me. To the pointof idiocy.

Each life is wholly significant and intrinsically valuable. Why doesn't

everyone know this? I mean really, life can be simulated but not

replicated (or designed.) Think of how life can not be mastered to

gain more appreciation for it's utter magnificence! And life can never

be duplicated in it's entirety. No matter how much people may anger

me or challengethese views, I can not permit myself anything but

awe at how truly amazing we are in all of our capacities. It sounds

foolish and silly I'll be the first to admit, but I sometimes look at my hands,

for example. Just stare at them. I am always amazed

at what they can do! My hands are beautiful because they contain millions

of cells, and in each cell many organelles that work in unison to give them

functionality. Beyond that, I have a brain which tells my hands to give

something good from the heart. I know I will one day cease to be and

this does sadden me. Never again, will there be another me. I, at least

love myself despite my flaws. I thank God for I am truly blessed to be this

cognizant of, and stimulated by, knowledge in this universe.

Even reflecting on something as seemingly arbitrary as a lone blade

of grass can intoxicate me. Each blade of grass is by itself, something

mastered. Our time here matters tremendously; makes us infinitely

beautiful, and above all commands awe coupled with divine respect.

I wish to convey that I am the type of person who contemplates all

those rhetorical questions that perhaps the average person has long

since abandoned. You know theones. Querying about religion, about

our origin, about why we are here, etc. Thequestions are age-old and

no doubt soporific, but just the fact that they remain central

to our existence is worthy of notice. Some people may say, who cares?

There will never be any answers. I say we should care. Continuing to

query enables us to care about the things that matter most in this world.

And helps us to continue forward in positive directions. The thing that

haunts my thoughts from time to time, as it does for probably many people,

is the notion of God. I mean, I choose to have faith and believe. But if

many parts of the political world have tended to submerge or deny

acknowledgement of God's existence, then what can be done to

supplementour belief system, or values? From where else can they

spring? Our belief system (as a nation) seems lacking, and perhaps

even chaotic now. We are horribly desensitized by what have become

common-place atrocities (theft, murder, etc.)

And as a nation, we allow these types of abhorrences to become

accepted facetsof daily life. Look at the media, for example; there's

far more grief and outrage than anything else to be found! My question is:

who or what other than God, can ever aid us in reconstructing our

morality and giving us enough clarity of heart to choose

goodness as a way of life? These contemplations, are dubious and

fearful. Even ifwe accept the big bang theory of our existence without

including God as the impetus, then excluding the wonderment of how

any of us came to be, why do we feel? Why do we cry? Why do I love

and wish that this love could wash away everyone's sorrows? Why wish

that I could express this bounty of love and the joy it brings me clearly

enough to mesmerize other people with understanding?

I try to be as moral as I know how to be, hoping that I stay as far from

being jaded as is possible in this oftentimes cruel world.

One of my fears is losingmy ability to cry; to one day throw my hands

up in the air, as it were, and

say to heck with it all...none of it matters anyway...especially

if God may not exist. I choose to believe in God as I say, because

it's all a matter ofchoice in the end. But I can't help but wonder

(as guiltily as ever) if I'm wrong and that this existence is all for naught;

that my choice is somehowa subconsciously fabricated sanctum so that

I may rationalize goodness as a constant way of life. Perhaps, I'd lose

some of my sanity or ability to cope,if I disposed of this reasoning

(God's existence) and surrendered to thepossibility that we are by

chance, rendering our collective existence as arbitrary and insignificant.

This would enable me to choose to take relishin the other side (evil.)

Actively engaging in any of our many deadly sinsfor the sole and

exclusive reason of "benefiting" myself! However, thankfully, it

seems extremely improbable to me on a rational level that we,

as life forms, with thoughts, feelings, and potentials, can't

matter. And that this whole world with everything in it that

contains everyfathomable prospect for our well being could simply

exist for no reason otherthan to sustain us. And if so, sustain us for

what? Far too incredulous for mythinking. Logic alone suggests that

there is a deity. If you'll humour me briefly (assuming that the length

of this hasn't already exasperated you) another reason that I choose

to believe in a supreme entity is because I've tossed around for years,

several ideas for why any of us is

here. I used to wonder if it were by chance as has often been suggested.

It occurred to me that if so, our lives flatly mean nothing. Because, just as

easily, life as we know it could cease to be by chance! Why then have a

memory bank, a myriad of feelings, the physical capacity to manipulate

objects in this world and shape them to our needs and desires?

Why procreate? If our very first ancestors got here by mere chance, then

how where they able to have any progeny? If chance could perpetuate

itself to this point of grandiosity, then I yearn to know the outcome were

it by design! I believe that one of God's greatest gifts to us is choice.

The right to be truly free; not to have our lives preordained, but rather to

create the essence of it by something as pure as choice. The logic of seems

so simple and self-evident, yet I realize that there are many variables that
challenge this rationale. That's a whole other essay! I, for myself, hope to

always make choices that are good and in no way interferes with the

quality of any one else's life or right to choose. Life is nothing short of

magical. Wondrous also, are the elements in this world that give our
lives unimaginable dimension.

Well, I think I'll "catch a ripple back onto the waterfront", but before

doing so, would like to extend a heartfelt thanks to my cousin, Shelly.

http://onceinalife.blogspot.com

She is a thoroughly beautiful person. It is her that referred me to

blogger and encouraged me to give it a try.

On The Waterfront