Paths in Time

 I'm a rock floating in space from the time God splintered me off from the one that was two.

From there I've floated, sometimes guided by my own purposes otherwise pushed around or buffeted by the gravitational pulls of various other (celestial) bodies.

On my journey I've floated high, as high as can be determined so in space, and forward, as much as that can be determined. Same for going in reverse or off track or in circles, at points sundry.

I've found myself in the same vicinity as other stones. Have knocked heads together with various others. Have sparked sparks. There've been fireworks. Haven't burned more than briefly, in desire. I've never ever really truly been on fire --enamoured. Have burned with religious fervour some way for some time. But that too has petered, and flickered and sputtered. I digress.

So, the sun--the agent of greatest gravitational force, the Son-- still calls to me, to we, to Wee. That stands out as an enduring pull and guide as we, as I move through space, and time.

I crash into other asteriods, knock lightly against others, them floating along from God knows where (literally). As we're pulled into death, into the sun (Son), to ultimately be rid of all impurities, to be transformed into the version of us that goes into eternity. Through deaths door, to be judged by him... to be given new life are we found in him. To suffer new death are we not.

But before death and baptism in the Sun, if sumn spark, sumn spark, when those collisions occur as we float along towards death.

Sometimes those sparks make blazes that burn so hot we're melded to said others we've collided with. These are friends, and family, and country men, and coworkers, at least those who then continue along with us as we travel our path to death. With many there are not even sparks when we collide. These are they we confine to the sea of forgetfulness... after all they float off into darkness after the contact, however brief, along their path which may never cross ours again. Even those who sparked but do not meld, even when we cross paths with them more than once, continue south, as we continue north or east or west, as we continue along, each on our own path. And that's okay, and includes those we had great moments with when we shared the same immediate space. Our paths continue on their unconnected ways. We drift they say. And it's true. And natural.

Only those we meld with begin to travel our course with us and us with them. Some of us don't meld with any and life is shrouded with much loneliness. But this ain't uncommon, especially for those who are uncommon and commit to a standard of good, of excellence in anything pure (not deceptive, two faced).

Should sparks fly and burn hot enough that two become one, they meld into each other; we call it eros (being in love, and marriage). Some make it out to be venus only (sex within eros) and even sex without being in love is made synonymous with this melding of two into one.

Eros and marriage is made, meant to last though and is so distinct...sparks with truly pure flame and heat and two becoming one and travelling towards the sun together.

Is it any wonder then why the Christian God hates divorce and why it's such a terrible process... the pain of the rending after already being an amalgamation of two rocks burned and burning such that impurities are already being removed... I am going down a rabbit hole. Back on track.

It's only from these two becoming one that other rocks are formed...small at first but they grow... this kernel transforms under heat and pressure and picks up dust as it goes, grows larger making its way to the Sun and death or to the Son and life should you be a Christian being conformed into his image. By the time you meet him (Him), that which is made of the same stuff will survive the baptism by fire which will be augmented for the next life.

That's the path of those chips off the old block; birth to death to eternity. 

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