Epistles On Life- A Philogher's Journey
An epistle (/ɪˈpɪsəl/; Greek: ἐπιστολή, epistolē, "letter") is a writing directed or sent to a person or group of people, usually an elegant and formal didactic letter. The epistle genre of letter-writing was common in ancient Egypt as part of the scribal-school writing curriculum.
So What Shall I Write?
What words should I leave to the world, my community, and my family? My life, like any other, is not unique, I will live, and then I will die. There is little suspense in the beginning, and there will be no suspense in the end. The in-between times may be of interest, but then again, "There is nothing new under the sun." So what makes a life interesting? It is not the success and failures of a courageous man but the gentle observations of the ordinary man which provide perspective on the magical nature of universe in which we live.
There has been a deep magic to my life. The ordinary has always presented itself in extraordinary ways. In every crevice, I have been witness to the awe in which our universe has been constructed. The smallest grains of dust reacting to a gentle breeze carry profound wisdom in which I am forced to realize... entire galaxies rise and fall from the gentle push of cosmic winds. It is this wind that provides the eternal parable for wisdom. Who am I not to notice because our eyes see only the dust?
The Parable of the Sower
1 That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake.
2 Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore.
3 Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed.
4 As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.
5 Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow.
6 But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root.
7 Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants.
8 Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.
9 Whoever has ears, let them hear.”
10 The disciples came to him and asked, “Why do you speak to the people in parables?”
11 He replied, “Because the knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you, but not to them.
12 Whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them.
13 This is why I speak to them in parables:
“Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing, they do not hear or understand.
14 In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah:
“‘You will be ever hearing but never understanding;
you will be ever seeing but never perceiving.
15 For this people’s heart has become calloused;
they hardly hear with their ears,
and they have closed their eyes.
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
hear with their ears,
understand with their hearts
and turn, and I would heal them.’[a]
16 But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear.
17 For truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.
New International Version
“Create no images of God. Accept the images that God has provided. They are everywhere, in everything. God is Change— Seed to tree, tree to forest; Rain to river, river to sea; Grubs to bees, bees to swarm. From one, many; from many, one; Forever uniting, growing, dissolving— forever Changing. The universe is God’s self-portrait.”
~Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower~