A link to a video in which Virgil plays the song 'Life and Death' from the television show LOST.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=9i4uom1Z6iI
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Meaning of Life
Because I deleted the companion blog, I'll occasionally speak in first person ('I' am Virgil), where it is appropriate. This is one of those occasions. Every time I hear about scientists (or anyone, in fact) trying to decipher what 'this' means, or what 'that' does, or how 'those things' work, I become very aggravated, for what does it matter? God did not place humans on Earth to have them break apart his work. In fact, the more humans do against nature, against the intentions of God, the more we ruin the Earth, the more we create unnatural diseases and sufferings, all for this sort of false paradise on this mortal planet, in this mortal existence; because apparently there is only one life, and we should live it to the 'fullest'. But the moment Adam and Eve disobeyed God - the moment that this sin was introduced to Earth - the planet fell into decline, and people's perception about what life is, what it constitutes, became severely blurred. Below is my explanation of the meaning of life, I hope, the way God intended for it to be.
What is the meaning of life?
That's a wonderful question. As a Christian, I believe one simple solution can answer this question, a solution that makes perfect sense, requires no research, nor philosophical nor scientific prerequisite knowledge.
Scientists look for an answer to all things. They search indefinitely, and upon discovering something new, they also happen upon more new unanswered questions. In theory, then, there should be one something that binds everything together. It is that one missing piece of the puzzle, that allows each of life's many facets to work - but what is it? Will scientists ever know? Of course they won't: they reject God.
God is that missing piece. Certainly scientists can travel to an extent in their research to understand how the creation of God works, but this can only extend so far. Consider the Big Bang Theory: perhaps it occur - I'm not saying it didn't. But the theory is founded on the idea that mass existed somehow, to then become superdense, implode, and become the Universe. One question that these scientists have forever failed to answer, is how that principle matter originated, where it came from. According to science, there is an existing amount of matter in all of creation, which cannot be varied. In all, matter cannot create additional matter, nor can matter vanish into nothing. So then, the question presented in new light: where did this principle matter, that formed our universe, come from? Until science accepts God, they will never answer this. It's simply impossible. Before anything existed, there was God. And God brought this matter to exist. In the same way, then, science can only extend so far in explaining God's creation, because the basis of everything, quite simply, is the Lord.
Back to the meaning of life. If God is life's basis, then humans are based on God. Their primary objective in life is not to understand the Lord - God is God - who are we humans to say that we can understand the motives of such an awesome deity? Nay - our objective in life is to come to know the Lord. To have faith enough in what is unseen, in what cannot be deciphered by our unworthy, spoiled human minds, to believe in the Lord.
And then, accordingly, to follow his word, and obey. For if we accept the Lord, and believe that he is our All, our Everything, then certainly we should also believe that what he has instructed to be written - the Bible - essentially his Word - to be the truth. That the existence of Heaven and Hell are very, invariably real, and, as such, admittance to Heaven open only to those who fulfill their mortal duties to God; and Hell, and with it eternal suffering, open to all else.
The meaning of life cannot be described by any scientific measure. Life, I believe, to be a test of faith, a determination of who goes to Heaven, and who to Hell. When Judgment Day comes, where will you be standing?
What is the meaning of life?
That's a wonderful question. As a Christian, I believe one simple solution can answer this question, a solution that makes perfect sense, requires no research, nor philosophical nor scientific prerequisite knowledge.
Scientists look for an answer to all things. They search indefinitely, and upon discovering something new, they also happen upon more new unanswered questions. In theory, then, there should be one something that binds everything together. It is that one missing piece of the puzzle, that allows each of life's many facets to work - but what is it? Will scientists ever know? Of course they won't: they reject God.
God is that missing piece. Certainly scientists can travel to an extent in their research to understand how the creation of God works, but this can only extend so far. Consider the Big Bang Theory: perhaps it occur - I'm not saying it didn't. But the theory is founded on the idea that mass existed somehow, to then become superdense, implode, and become the Universe. One question that these scientists have forever failed to answer, is how that principle matter originated, where it came from. According to science, there is an existing amount of matter in all of creation, which cannot be varied. In all, matter cannot create additional matter, nor can matter vanish into nothing. So then, the question presented in new light: where did this principle matter, that formed our universe, come from? Until science accepts God, they will never answer this. It's simply impossible. Before anything existed, there was God. And God brought this matter to exist. In the same way, then, science can only extend so far in explaining God's creation, because the basis of everything, quite simply, is the Lord.
Back to the meaning of life. If God is life's basis, then humans are based on God. Their primary objective in life is not to understand the Lord - God is God - who are we humans to say that we can understand the motives of such an awesome deity? Nay - our objective in life is to come to know the Lord. To have faith enough in what is unseen, in what cannot be deciphered by our unworthy, spoiled human minds, to believe in the Lord.
And then, accordingly, to follow his word, and obey. For if we accept the Lord, and believe that he is our All, our Everything, then certainly we should also believe that what he has instructed to be written - the Bible - essentially his Word - to be the truth. That the existence of Heaven and Hell are very, invariably real, and, as such, admittance to Heaven open only to those who fulfill their mortal duties to God; and Hell, and with it eternal suffering, open to all else.
The meaning of life cannot be described by any scientific measure. Life, I believe, to be a test of faith, a determination of who goes to Heaven, and who to Hell. When Judgment Day comes, where will you be standing?
A Life Dismantled
It is unfortunate, but what was necessitous was necessary; as such, Virgil has removed his companion blog from the Blogger server. Perhaps he'll begin another similar one with the coming of some respite from school, which is quite unrelenting at the moment.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Prudent Poetry, Religious Rhapsody
Virgil is in a rather pleasant mood today, and was also rather late for Valentine's Day in this; but to his primary critic, he sends a message of fraternal love, from one Christian to another, albeit it's lack of originality. It's rather brief, but with hope contains some meaning. Virgil himself has come now to know and embrace the Lord more than he ever has before, and life has taken a wonderful turn. Unfortunately, Virgil couldn't quite manage to format the poem properly, and thus made his best attempts to show the correct beginnings of lines.
M ay God reign over Earth in the hearts of his creation;
E den, a beautious wonder spoilt in original sin, a symbol of God's love;
G reeting man with his Son, far more worthy than human flesh;
A lighting to the Cross, having been persecuted by foolish men, to die for them;
N eigh is his return, and then should the Day of Judgement come.
R oom in Heaven should be spared for only the most faithful,
E ven if the love of God, bound also by a promise to Abraham the Shipwright,
E ternally washes over each being, and all of his creation.
D ear and few are those who have truly embraced God.
M ay God reign over Earth in the hearts of his creation;
E den, a beautious wonder spoilt in original sin, a symbol of God's love;
G reeting man with his Son, far more worthy than human flesh;
A lighting to the Cross, having been persecuted by foolish men, to die for them;
N eigh is his return, and then should the Day of Judgement come.
R oom in Heaven should be spared for only the most faithful,
E ven if the love of God, bound also by a promise to Abraham the Shipwright,
E ternally washes over each being, and all of his creation.
D ear and few are those who have truly embraced God.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Music
Another creative title for a poem, this one concerning music.
Music - to summarize in a word,
Would take stanzas.
Music - to advocate in a poem -
Would take books.
Music - to fill a library,
Would take a world full of buildings.
Music - to summarize,
Cannot be done.
Words may describe the human experience,
And artworks the skin of the world.
But what goes deeper,
What touches the soul?
What describes emotion itself?
That is music.
Throughout history,
What has prevailed:
Since man roamed the earth?
What has sufficed the primal expression,
The desire to be free,
More than music?
Weather the beating of sticks,
Or the clapping of stones,
Or a brief body's slap,
Or an intonated sound,
Released by a bow and a string,
Music best describes the world.
It is the entertainer of all,
A family-gatherer,
A creative prodigy,
A spectacle in itself.
And yet, it is tears to the eyes,
Or it becomes the fluttering of a heart,
Far begone into love;
It is the worked passion of rage,
Expressing the fires of Hell itself -
But the clouds part,
And here is the harmony of the Heavens Above.
Music is a treat,
It draws you in,
It rewards you for your efforts,
But always presents harder challenges;
And, not unlike technology,
It is ever-changing and evolving.
But it has already taken the world.
Music unites this place,
Throughout cultures,
Throughout time,
In periods of war,
In epochs of peace -
It expresses the inner being.
And justice is yet undone.
Music - to summarize in a word,
Would take stanzas.
Music - to advocate in a poem -
Would take books.
Music - to fill a library,
Would take a world full of buildings.
Music - to summarize,
Cannot be done.
Words may describe the human experience,
And artworks the skin of the world.
But what goes deeper,
What touches the soul?
What describes emotion itself?
That is music.
Throughout history,
What has prevailed:
Since man roamed the earth?
What has sufficed the primal expression,
The desire to be free,
More than music?
Weather the beating of sticks,
Or the clapping of stones,
Or a brief body's slap,
Or an intonated sound,
Released by a bow and a string,
Music best describes the world.
It is the entertainer of all,
A family-gatherer,
A creative prodigy,
A spectacle in itself.
And yet, it is tears to the eyes,
Or it becomes the fluttering of a heart,
Far begone into love;
It is the worked passion of rage,
Expressing the fires of Hell itself -
But the clouds part,
And here is the harmony of the Heavens Above.
Music is a treat,
It draws you in,
It rewards you for your efforts,
But always presents harder challenges;
And, not unlike technology,
It is ever-changing and evolving.
But it has already taken the world.
Music unites this place,
Throughout cultures,
Throughout time,
In periods of war,
In epochs of peace -
It expresses the inner being.
And justice is yet undone.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Running
Here is a brief poem about diligence, and why sometimes it's better to be conservative with it.
Running, running -
Running on a day so fine.
The world beneath your foot's sole,
Your endurance the only hindrance,
To that which may be explored.
Running, running -
Running all the time.
Up a hill you go,
Your endurance bating tests before you,
Only to be dissapointed.
Running, running -
Running as the sun sets.
It is becoming colder,
Your endurance beating chills into your lungs,
But you continue on.
Running, running -
Running in the storm.
The wind is battering you,
Your endurance torturing you,
And now it's too late to stop.
Running, running -
Running for your life.
The cyclone has hit ground,
Your endurance gives out,
You try to shout,
In the Eye you are flung about,
Your blood begins to spout.
And you are dead.
Running, running,
Running on a day so fine.
Running, running -
Running on a day so fine.
The world beneath your foot's sole,
Your endurance the only hindrance,
To that which may be explored.
Running, running -
Running all the time.
Up a hill you go,
Your endurance bating tests before you,
Only to be dissapointed.
Running, running -
Running as the sun sets.
It is becoming colder,
Your endurance beating chills into your lungs,
But you continue on.
Running, running -
Running in the storm.
The wind is battering you,
Your endurance torturing you,
And now it's too late to stop.
Running, running -
Running for your life.
The cyclone has hit ground,
Your endurance gives out,
You try to shout,
In the Eye you are flung about,
Your blood begins to spout.
And you are dead.
Running, running,
Running on a day so fine.
Inhaling Dust, Exhaling Kittens
To any existing readers of this blog, Virgil extends dear apology.
The work here having gathered some amount of dust, or, as much dust as it might in the virtual world, he desires to sweep away those cobbwebs and begin anew. Not a new blog, nay; but he should like to fall into that habit of regularly posting some new fathom of the mind. As of late, this should be rather difficult to maintain, as school impedes upon almost every liberty of time, but Virgil will certainly make his best efforts.
The work here having gathered some amount of dust, or, as much dust as it might in the virtual world, he desires to sweep away those cobbwebs and begin anew. Not a new blog, nay; but he should like to fall into that habit of regularly posting some new fathom of the mind. As of late, this should be rather difficult to maintain, as school impedes upon almost every liberty of time, but Virgil will certainly make his best efforts.
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