Muse(sick)

The muse called in sick today, although I can almost hear something in the background... But let's move on shall we? Once again I say greetings to you, for I the Stranger shall compose another commentary.

Welcome to the future. Imagine a world where everyone is sick with the same, crippling, terminal disease. And we all try everything we can think of to escape it. Science, ceremonies, drugs, etc. The cure, the panacea, we're dying for the eradication of our sickness. We even try politics, social restructuring, suicide.

It's all been done. Genocide, eugenics, DNA manipulation... we've done it, thought about it, or tried it all. If only we were not so very, incredibly, incurably infirm. I'm here to say it's happened, it's happening, and the world already knows how to stop it. They just don't want to.

Why would anyone avoid such a cure? Why would anyone reject it? What if, to put in a nice plot twist, only the few actually were aware of the pandemic. How ridiculous, posh you cry, how could anyone not KNOW in their bones they were mortally sick? You would be better off asking a fish what water is. A fish doesn't know what water is, to a fish water is what they have always taken for granted. It's what they live in, but even as they depend on it they are not aware that water is life to them.

In the same way how can someone truly know they are sick if everyone else has the same sickness? Status qou, if everyone is sick, then no one is sick. Welcome to the future, and no body is sick. Here we have an interesting assortment of statements, please follow.

People are desperate to cure something inside them.
People try anything to cure said sickness.
People don't acknowledge said sickness.
If all people ignore said sickness, then no one is sick.

In all of my years I have never seen such a grandiose fallacy of logic which simply flies in the face of all reason. Wait, you say, this is merely conjecture. An interesting argument but nothing solid. I object, strongly. It is easy, in fact, to see the pattern. In your own life, in the life of your best friend, your dad, mother, brother, auntie, President, Congressmen, crook, cop, everyone. Everyone you've ever known or heard of, everyone you've ever met.

Why do they all strive for the same thing? Happiness, contentment, but most of all fulfillment. Oooh, how that word has driven many men insane or worse by its tantalizing but ultimately forbidden fruit. Just barely out of your grasp, I have yet to meet someone who approaches the issue in this manner find his life fulfilled.

Very well, you acquiesce, what then is your answer? The first step to the cure, is admitting you are actually and most assuredly deathly ill. Once you realize you're on your death bed, your point of view tends to change quite a bit. Sure you've sought for answers but once you KNOW you're dying you will really get a move on.

The second step is to acquire the address for relief. Who can cure you? Is it money? Not really, money only wants more money. Is it fame? Fame is self destructive in its efforts for more fame. Is it the ultimate high? You'll climb so high, only to drop so low. Good deeds? Moral straightness? A well lived life? Anything? The second step is really quite a few steps, you must realize it's out of your hands friend.

Nothing you can do, nothing you strive for, work at, accomplish, or any person, ideal, or thing (no matter how noble) shall cure you. This world will suck you dry in this manner. So I ask you, who can you turn to? Material things will only whittle you down to nothingness. What about the non-material? Caution friend, step carefully.

Here the bravest quail, and the wisest lose their way. We have established your sickness, but by who's standard are you sick? Your own? No, you certainly did not know of your infirmity. Others? They are in the same predicament. It is by no standard of the world you are sick, therefore it is by a supra natural standard you are sick.

Yes, the natural is exhausted its usefulness, and it has no answers. We look to things unseen for aid. What can we surmise of such an unseen plane? That it is probably, 1. Like and unlike our own. Unlike our own in that it contains things powerful but invisible, and the answers to all our questions. Like our own in that it also contains those who cause harm and those who bring healing.

How can anyone tell the difference between one and another? How will you know if the one who answers your cry is holy or not so much? If you go straight to the source. You see, the standard is the answer to the question. Who set the standard, by whom is our state of being declared as not well? Either by an ultimate being of infinite good, or an ultimate being of infinite evil.

Someone has to be ultimate, and that being is most certainly not neutral or else there would be no standard at all. If the being was evil then the standard would be this, all things noble, all things good and right and just, all things healthy and honorable are hereby and forthwith deemed as the opposite. Honor is for cowards, justice for the weak, nobility for the craven, and goodness for the criminals.

No, the standard is not set by an evil one, but by a being so very good that He defined good and surpasses it. Very well, you must petition this being, a being so infinitely holy that the slightest hint of His essence would obliterate you entirely. Oh? You no longer wish to be cured? If only there was someone to place his one hand on us, and one hand on Him. Someone pure and holy, but also earthly and human.

A mediator between God and man, the Messiah! But He goes by so many names, Jesus Christ, Moad Dihp, Yeshua Hamashia, and so very many more. Which is the true savior? Which can really mediate effectively? Which is certifiably real? Choose cautiously, for you must choose all the way. No half-heartedness, no missteps, no mistakes on this one.

We already know God to be infinitely holy and good, and it stands to reason that He is ONE. Or something close to a singular being, you see the standard fixes our steps once again. If there is a supreme standard, there is a supreme being. There is one supreme being, there cannot be two equal beings, or many beings some more or less equal. For two equal beings would have two equal but antagonizing standards, and our sickness would not be singular but double. Two ways for being sick, when we only experience one. The same applies to many.

Therefore, there is one supreme and ultimate being. This swiftly destroys several hundred options. Leaving a handful, the Jew, the Muslim, and the Christian. (There are more, but dealing with these would resolve them as well) The Muslim does not, in the end, hold to a consistent god. This god is not really ultimately holy because you can work your way to heaven, making him somewhat less than absolutely good. He is, instead, just a little evil and can therefore accept just a little evil in you to get to heaven.

Such a god cannot have made an implacable standard. What of the Jew? In the Torah the law accurately mimics the standard we each feel in our souls. But there is a catch, only death can pay for breaking the standard. And repeatedly, and always must you sacrifice goat and lamb to have peace with Him.

But what if, what if there is the one we hope for? One who totally and fully sacrificed for all of the times we broke the standard and allowed us into the family of God? The one who completes the Torah in His own life, and satisfies the punishment in His own death. The Mediator between God and Man, the Man Jesus Christ.

Dt