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Monday, November 19, 2012

A fairy story of our own


            There is nothing so elaborate as a lie nor so simple as the truth.  Though truth may be heaped upon truth to create the most complex and intricate structures, each of its principle parts are stunningly simple.  So it is that a few subatomic particles come together and form an atom and so along the chain until we end with a living organism or the Mona Lisa or a universe.  Consider all those heresies of living tissue: death, disease, injury, and anything else that mars the physical self of an organism.  Cancer is nothing but a cellular lie.  One cell decides to be something that it is not: an entity unto itself and starts to multiply and grow, regardless the cost to its brother cells and the creature as a whole.  It will eventually kill its host if radical means are not used to destroy it.  It is trying to be an organism in its own right little thinking it can survive without its host and when the host dies so too shall the cancer.  So it is with all lies; they are a twisting of that which is already there, a mutation of the simple and elegant into the profane and grotesque.  This concept applies as much to stories as it does to life.  The Fairy Stories are true in that they are simple, often simpler than the strange concoctions that pass for literature in this modern era.  For unlike many stories, the fairy tales at least function in a truthful universe.  There is nothing sadder than a fictional tale without set laws that must be adhered to except in the case of miracles.  These rules need not be the same as those in our own tale, but they must be consistent.  If a species survives by metabolizing atmospheric nitrogen it cannot spontaneously become an avid vegetarian save by divine intervention.

            Perhaps that is why people love fairy stories and they endure when so many ‘classic’ or much applauded books have vanished from common memory.  Sometimes the fairy stories make more sense than our own twisted reality, but then that is because we forget we are actually living in a fairy tale!  The problem is not that our own reality lacks a set of laws but that people are unsure what those laws are.  The idea of a common moral law and the requisite moral law Giver has gained something of a notorious view of late and is classed in the category of mythology right along with unicorns and dragons.  But that is not to say there is not such a thing as a unicorn, but there is certainly such a thing as a moral law.  We all want the world to be good, it is not, and we know it is not; therefore there must be a reason for this lack of goodness and our notice of the dearth.  For why would we pine for a good world if such an ideal did not exist?  So something went wrong long ago before once upon a time and we long above all else to return to the ideal of happily ever after.  We also know, deep down no matter how much we fight or deny it, that there is such a thing as right and wrong; just as much as we know there is a law of gravity.  If unthinking molecules must abide by a set of rules, so too must the higher organisms, most especially man.  Otherwise, how is it that we complain when our own ‘rights’ are trespassed upon?  If we had no ‘rights’ then we would have nothing to complain about, but as we have ‘rights,’ there must be something innate within each of us that is aware of such things and knows how one person ought to treat another.

            So we have a moral law and a broken world, but what now?  Besides our sense of inherent rights and responsibilities, and this sense that all is not happy in paradise, we also all yearn for a purpose and meaning along with a restored paradise.  So we desperately need a giver of moral law, a cure for our rotting world, and a giver of direction and meaning.  It is the perfect recipe for a fairy tale!  So what then is the answer to the deepest riddle of our hearts?  Once long ago when the world was young and good, there dwelt a man named Adam…who broke the world…and then after many long years of darkness and doubt, a child was born…to die that the world might be restored…and as the tales say, we shall live happily ever after, meaning forever and ever if we can but believe the story!

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