A Perfect Place

There might exist a kind place. It’s place of existence there may be a well place to those who know it. Happiness will just abound there uninterrupted always. Life is good there and death is gone as is boredom and hate and immoral pursuits. Such a dreamy place it is.  

Yet in other places, in other lands, in other dimensions maybe, on other planets, in other time frames, those who try to conceive of such a kind place may succumb to the temptation to become realists. 

True it is imaginable such niceness may exist but something about honestly and how reality works makes it a fantasy, a fairytale, a wishy wishy empty optimistic dream for realists. The realists think of such an order, if it were real, as attractive, but settle for brute honesty that life is life, it is what it is. We live, we die, that's that, that’s it. 

 The realists often also can have the most grounded vision of how the world works on certain position although not all positions. They scoff for instance at Noah's ark or they reject the idea God sided with an ancient Israeli tribe that was ignorant of natures forces as they struggled with their neighbors. They see that ancient tribes neighbors as simply being other superstitious tribes of oblivious wondering peasants.  

The idea God favored a bunch of superstitious ancient people compelled to acts of animal sacrifice by justifying them over other ancient tribes doing likewise is ridiculous they can’t help but think. They probably believe that these ancient tribes each struggled in equal bafflement over life’s mystery. So they then find the idea then that God in His righteousness would then slaughter the disobedient tribes in battle hard to conceive. They reason, I think accurately, that the people dyeing by the sword had no legitimate chance or opportunity to know that supposed saving path. They would not even have been given a decent chance at heeding to the calls of a so called Prophet.

The whole matter then for those ancient persons was a strange, cruel organizational process. Myth creating ancient societies made sense of those awful tribal struggles then by the fictitious fables and myths. God they believe favored them in success and they reasoned that they must have disobeyed God when calamity struck. This was their logic. 

The realists probably feel it would not have been clear to any of those people who died in those ancient tribal clashes why they were mistaken or in the wrong. Kings supposedly knew God personally while simplistic underlings just went about the grunt work of doing what ancient peasants did by being forced into compliance of the ruling class.

So when the religious hold to these kind of hopes in providence the realists looking at it all respond to it by seeing no hope in their belief. They see the believers trust as vacant of promise. 

 Nothing is settled finally however. The great unknown around us and what we’re a part of is not tamed, not by the religious or the atheist believers. Truth still dots the sky with its prehistorically sent light that is just now finally reaching the earth from the uncharted depths of the sky. Hidden in that barren depth, way out in the distance in that mystery, maybe is that place of kindness, a Holy sight to see. It may exist as a plan for the world and the worlds wrestling souls. God is still very possible. 

That place may not exist on a physical plain either but be an inch away from where you or I sit. There in that spiritual place not far away from our breath are perhaps all those we love, those we miss, who themselves are calmly and lovingly not far away from any of us.  

If good is good, as some wrestle to see it as, can we expect this struggle, on both sides of the argument, will ultimately find a compassionate response. Truth is too contaminated by differing logical positions to deny any imperfect person a future if fairness is at all in Gods loving nature. There is too much to be argued over and the actors in life are not clearly gifted with adequate insight to see it all perfectly.