Opus Land

Yes, Opus - why indeed would a "sensible, serious, enlightened soul humiliate [themselves] in such a manner?!!" Once upon a time...I recall it vaguely now and, asa result, find myself questionning the ebb and flow of my own cognitive powers...but real or imagined, I have an overwhelming sense of having once possessed a distinct vision of where I was going in life. Perhaps even more disturbing or frightening, I actually also remember believing not only did life have a purpose, but MY life had a purpose. God had not only created me to be "special" (as He does with all of humanity), He had created me for a "special reason"; a cause, if you will. There was...a "calling", of sorts,...on my life. Needless to say (but say it anyway, I shall) - that part of the plot has been long lost these past few years. Quite humbling and perhaps quite necessary. Who (save the Almighty) knows for sure? Solomon once wrote that for everything there is a time and a purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). The prophet Isaiah wrote that God's thoughts and ways are higher (above and beyond) that of humankind (Isaiah 55:8-9). Job found out the hard way that no individual can know the mind of God and instruct Him on how to govern the universe (Job 42:1-6). And yet, here we sit, in our proverbial mud-puddles creating our own little fifedoms out of sparkling waste - all the while, periodically pausing to thrust our fist at the sky and wonder when the next rainstorm will add to our puddle (one's puddle can never be large enough, of course). :Sigh: I don't know. This blog, like my life, really has no point at this moment in time.