Saturday, May 17, 2025
The universe is perfect. This might be easier to understand if you compare it to a masterful composition, like those of Johann Sebastian Bach. At a certain level, one could zoom in and find flaws. But how bold would you have to be to “fix” or improve his great Magnificat in D Major?
What blasphemy! It’s perfected, and we leave the tension, the pulsations of dissonance, and the comings and goings of buildup and exhaust. We leave it, and we stand in awe of its masterful complexity, woven together perfectly. We sit in our seats and let the music wash over us, delivered from our “need” to meddle.
If you futz with Mozart, it becomes something other than itself. Could life be so straightforward? Should I be so bold as to thank myself for death, to thank myself for heartache and pain? Yes. In the same way I thank my personal trainer for putting me through hell, or the movie director for scaring me, moving me, and making me ponder the greater issues.
Purpose is driven by what appears as a mess. The Blight of the world gives rise to The Light of the world. The two are joined. The musical tension gives interest – spine-tingling pain, and the build ups give suspense and fear. The cadences give pause and awe. The goal isn’t to get to the end, but to let the music wash over you in a fully immersive way.
Enjoy every flaw, every tense moment, and everything in between. Should I be so bold as to thank myself for pain, aging, and the exploitative treatment of others? The Blight of the world gives rise to the Light of the world. How else could you explain purpose? If I could explain it in words, it would defeat the purpose, and the purpose cannot be defeated. It too is perfect.