<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276812200335958195</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:47:19.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Artist: Robert Tyrer
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Through this anger I have the disire to write out my thoughts,   &lt;br /&gt;so that maybe I can conclude an answer from my own mind. The answer lingers there     &lt;br /&gt;somewhere, it just isn't straight.     &lt;br /&gt;The anger that I feel isn't so much a rage as it is a sorrow-filled resentment of life.    &lt;br /&gt;If the world can make me feel such as this, I ponder what God feels when he takes a look     &lt;br /&gt;at his own creation. The pain, the sorrow, the never available correction of society.     &lt;br /&gt;For thousands of years, mankind has walked the shallow sands of the world, and we are yet    &lt;br /&gt;one of the only species that strives to make our own existance difficult. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I could be rid of this place, I would probably take that opportunity. That said,    &lt;br /&gt;if I could in any way create a kind of new hope or see a light, so to speak, I would     &lt;br /&gt;prefer that instead. I can't help but feel this sense of supreme sadness about the world,    &lt;br /&gt;depression and death seem to fill my mind at times. Why can God let such things happen     &lt;br /&gt;to something that was supposed to be perfect in design; we couldn't have been more flawed.    &lt;br /&gt;In this state of critical thinking, I wonder what could be done to make the world a more     &lt;br /&gt;'happy' place, if such a thing could ever be acomplished. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I question whether or not the world as a whole is a spiritual being, acting according to    &lt;br /&gt;laws of natural selection and the balance of mother nature, thus the evil that is abundant    &lt;br /&gt;is merely a counter weight to the light. Or maybe God really does have a bigger picture     &lt;br /&gt;to be seen. The later is what I believe, not because I only would like to, but because it     &lt;br /&gt;makes logical sense to me. Why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In everything that I see around me, somehow has a spiritual connection to the ceaseless    &lt;br /&gt;creator. The trees, the sky, cities, dungeons. Every physical thing was planned and created.    &lt;br /&gt;The position of the planet itself describes this. Again I become angry with the fact that some    &lt;br /&gt;people simply will not see this. We have eaten of the 'tree of the knowledge of good and evil',     &lt;br /&gt;and yet some people despise what they know is right, and choose the alternate course of action.     &lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I think this is where the pain of human kind comes from. It is a friction in the     &lt;br /&gt;course of our lives; we are making something that should be as easy as a skiff on the water     &lt;br /&gt;into sandpaper on sandpaper. God has given us choice, and constantly we choose the rough path. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are many possible ideas of why we are the way that we are... did God mean for this creation   &lt;br /&gt;to be flawed in many respects? Is it a learning experience for Him? Does He learn? Questions that only    &lt;br /&gt;bring upon more and more questions. Of course, God is the only one who can answer such things, and     &lt;br /&gt;we are foolish to even touch upon the subject. We seek clarity, because ultimately, we feel that we are    &lt;br /&gt;supreme to existance. Obviously, the lack of clarity is a symbol enough that we are not supreme. The     &lt;br /&gt;cattle in the feild have a better understanding of the majesty of existance than we as 'intelligents' do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I get the sense that I can understand how Jesus must have felt when he took the fall for   &lt;br /&gt;humanity's sins. Almost like a last ditch effort to give our simple, corrupt souls a chance at what    &lt;br /&gt;we were intended for. Satan and mankind have become allies, and the pain and hatered towards God makes me    &lt;br /&gt;weep inside, somehow I can not articulate how I mean this. Maybe this is something for only me to understand.     &lt;br /&gt;I pray that God can somehow use this feeling inside me to use my soul, my body and my words for his work.     &lt;br /&gt;If there is one person out there that I can convey my confused understanding of any of this, and have it make    &lt;br /&gt;sense and bring them to God, His work will have been done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6276812200335958195-1523057706427278441?l=zoomtune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoomtune.blogspot.com/feeds/1523057706427278441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6276812200335958195&amp;postID=1523057706427278441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276812200335958195/posts/default/1523057706427278441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276812200335958195/posts/default/1523057706427278441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoomtune.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-for-thought.html' title='Just for thought,'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05880328129301692642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dr0PL1wXdwE/SMxuF27jULI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3vNl04HC71E/S220/Fight_Me_by_deleteartist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
