Day 160

500 Words, Day 160.

I often find myself in utter amazement as I gaze at some beautiful scenery. Standing face to face with the beauty of nature and the vastness of the planet can be an awe-inspiring and even mystical experience. Although this is the case, the beauty of nature and life is so impactful that one can feel that impact even when looking at it in the form of a photo. Beautiful snow-capped mountains, beautiful valleys and fierce, flowing rivers. The waves of the ocean and the clouds that gently glide across the sky. White sand, palm trees, the fluffy white snow. When I contemplate the beauty of life, it becomes evident that all design comes from something, for some reason. This can’t all be a coincidence, all for nothing. It can’t be a product of random particles and explosions, and this is coming from someone who enjoys randomness and is fascinated by it. Apart from being an artist myself, I do lean towards a belief in God and in the theory of intelligent design of the world and of the universe, although I don’t follow any specific religious tradition or subscribe to any religious dogma or model of God and who or what he or it might be. I believe that God is whatever supreme power that created all that is, the Great Architect of all that exists. It could be an individual being, yes, with characteristics much like ours, although I think it’s unlikely and would probably lead to lots of problems. Seeing the world and all its issues though, maybe there is some truth to that. Back to the previous idea of God as an architect though. An architect could be likened to an artist of sorts, the artist who painted life and color and beauty onto the canvas of space, or of nothingness. Creation, therefore, would be the supreme work of art, the masterpiece of all created works of art, and the divine inspiration for all artists and poets, philosophers and mystics, who have meditated upon the mountains and under the shade of various trees, the astrologers who have studied the stars and the planets, the animals and plants who reside in the rivers and rain forests. I believe that nature is more than enough proof of God’s existence, if we even need to call it God. Again, I am not telling you to believe in any specific decision, or to believe that a specific person, called God, is watching and judging our every move from up in the sky. Having grown up in a Christian home I still struggle with the fear that comes with this notion of a possible judgment day and all that it entails, including the possibility of hell. These ideas of God have nothing to do with what I’m writing about today, and you are the one who has to decide whether they make sense for you. All I’m saying is, consider the beauty of nature, of life itself, and of the beautiful love that exists between you and those you care for. Could it all be meaningless? Can it really be completely random? I, for one, doubt it. Since I was a teenager, I always wanted to travel the whole world, experiencing the magic which is present in the diversity and beauty of creation and life on earth. As the supreme work of art, I believe nature ought to be honored and admired, just as any inferior man-made work of art is, and it’s worth thinking deeply about how this life and world, and all that we know, could ever come into existence.

Appreciate you reading.