Humanity searches.
The poorest search for sustenance and shelter. The disenfranchised search for justice. The lonely search for love and belongingness.
We all search for meaning in a harsh, capricious world.
It's hard to live in such a random world, where one's life can be turned upside down by a natural disaster or a crash of the economy. It's harder to live in a world where the wicked game the system and come out on top, where structures that disadvantage people by race and social class keep people down.
We all search for something beyond ourselves, for
comfort, for meaning. Some find it in
a Supreme Being, others find it in nature or music, still others find
it in service to higher ideals. Sometimes our attempts to order our world yield injustice, as when we decide that those who are advantaged deserve their status by order of a deity. Sometimes, when we realize that what we thought was natural order are actually the structures of injustice, we make meaning of the need to right wrongs.
We define ourselves as the seekers of the Mystery -- followers of the Book, calling ourselves Christian, Jew, or Moslem; Hindu or Buddhist or Zoroastrian; seekers of Truth. No matter how far we travel on our path, the Mystery of life will always be just beyond us, hiding in a random world.
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