Sometimes I imagine myself creating something that is in itself complete;
A story written whose words and pages bring to life a perfect picture, a sequence of events that fit together so smoothly and brilliantly that the words just roll off the tongue into a spinning imagination.
A song that when played or sung strikes a chord in your soul, one that you never new existed until that moment, and pours a wave of shivers down your spine.
A space created where every form, every detail, every shadow is in perfect harmony with itself and with anyone who enters it.
Every once in a while we encounter this phenomenon however far and few between.
What is it that intrigues us about these rich compositions of word, song, and space?
Do we desire a similar fullness?
For our life’s dance to be so brilliantly orchestrated?
But it seems like few ever accomplish this;
In a story so many words;
In a song so many notes;
In a space so many relationships;
An artist with a blank slate must make a million decisions before creating a masterpiece,
And mastery alone requires a million hours of repetition.
From where do we get this notion of completeness?
When I look at creation I see the most complete composition of form and complexity,
Or when I see old buildings that have endured the degradation of time.
When I sing, it is the song in praise to God that most often rings in rich fullness.
When I read, it is in the Bible that I find the most complete story that I have ever set my eyes or ears on.
When I follow the life of Jesus it seems the most complete love that could ever be given.
I believe that everyone on this earth is playing a role in a story that is already complete,
A story to which only the divine beings know the ending;
And I look forward to the day when my soul will radiate this fullness every hour of everyday.
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