Ruminate an enigma

The existence of life is an interesting concept; all of these mortals coexisting amid the obvious differential setbacks. We are a society of history, flawed with pain, mistrust, apprehension, trepidation, betrayal, shame, grief & bitterness. We live to work; all of our expenses go to a home that we are indebted to for years, and we purchase things that bring temporal relief that in the long-run leave us broke & broken. The society in which we live in is so far buried in self-gratification that we've forgotten how to live with purpose. We are a society clearly flawed, but we don't have to perish that way. The entire point is that an existence without the knowledge of that which fabricated it and allowed it to come to pass, shall remain a flawed existence filled with desolate befuddlement.

C.S. Lewis phrases it this way, "A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."

You can only avoid the reality of the purpose behind existence but for so long, then you are faced with the truth. This is a truth that cannot be dodged by merely immersing yourself in denial and repudiation. The validity of the truth of His purpose behind the existence of mankind will soon be made known and even a lunatic in a cell will find their knees dropping to the ground and their heads at a humble bow.

As I still at times find myself foolishly questioning the intent behind such an existence, I am reminded that as I ruminate on my purpose, me a seemingly bizarre enigma, I am reminded that I am to never question His creation.