How To Deconstruct Everything
By answering that two-pronged question you can deconstruct everything.
For example: I believe in God. The Bible told me so.
I actually don’t believe in God, but many do and when I ask ‘why?’ people are taken aback. I think every single one of them are uncomfortable with that question for a whole host of reasons. And all of those reasons come right back to the word ‘believe’.
Why?
Way back before there was light (thought) there was a huge empty black space (feelings). Everything that came after that formed Earth and heaven (thinking) that over time became more organized and further refined into what we call religion.
God doesn’t exist without humans. Humans who don’t believe in themselves ultimately don’t actually believe in God though many say they do. You can decipher this by what they do. Do they make sure others have food? Water? Clothing?
Morality is the root of all evil. Love is the root of all good. Humans thrive in love, die from moral-centricity.
Love happens in the heart; gold. Laws are very poor facsimiles of love; brass. Laws are always telling you what’s wrong, putting ‘wrong’ in your mind. Love just loves no matter what.
Yesterday I saw a dead man in the streets. Several people kneeled around him. Love poured out of their hearts even after his spirit left. Second responders arrived and began shielding the dead man from view.
Why?
It was sad regardless of the circumstances, but life-affirming to see that several strangers pulled over quickly and rushed to be at that man’s side. Judging by the condition of his motorcycle I sensed he died instantly. I would’ve been a likely participant had I not cleaned my windshield while parked 2 blocks away. It would’ve been my second time.
Love responds. Morality judges.
I was supposed to write this yesterday before I left the house. Life and death happens regardless. Cloudy, steel grey days weigh heavily on my soul but I go outside anyways. I know that I’m going to love someone, often just by being there. Who doesn’t need a smile? When is there ever a bad time to make someone laugh?
I made a widow laugh the other day. Her husband had been dead for 2 days but I made her laugh and eased her burden for a few minutes, just by showing up. It’s what love does.
What do you believe? And why do you believe it?
