Order

Order is beautiful.

Beauty being my highest value, and organization being my severest fault, I'm newly surprised and challenged by their necessitation of the other.

I fell in love with beauty a long time ago, but it has only been recently that I've drawn to consciousness the subconscious way I've been living. Whenever I catch glimpses of the beautiful, it is in that moment that I feel most alive--it is there that I meet God. Since I was young I have sought out beauty in my creations, my surroundings, in others,--basically in anything that enters my sphere of contact. Except beauty was always birthed through innate intuition, emerging from the unknown. Accident inspired creation. It was luck or chance who bore the gifts of genius and excellence.

But I've discovered that appreciation for beauty was in no way my ingenious invention. It was taught to me through the nature of reality. When I look around this vast cosmos I see the meticulous functions by which it operates. This universe filled with gorgeous design, art, and wonder, has solely shaped my idea of the beautiful. And so if I am in love with beauty, I must love order too.

They are inseparable. The only other alternative is cute absurdity. Cleverness. "Interestingness." And as Dallas Willard has said, absurdity and cuteness are “fine to chuckle over and perhaps to muse upon. But they provide no shelter or direction for being human.”

I want something more. If possible, what I'm really after is the highest form of the beautiful.

God was the master artist of this world that has taught me to love beauty. I'm humbled. I want to forfeit my method to creating and learn His. I'm seeing Genesis in a new light. Sort of an instruction manual for the artist. The creator. The human.



(This picture is thematic of my life. Disordered, with potential, but operating without unity of thought or expression. My new goal is purity. Simplicity. Then sparkle ;)