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среда, июля 12, 2006
Seasons: Morning by Morning
Friends. Life-story-community. We live in an oral fabric. Experiences are transmitted through sound and images. Community: collective experiences and fellowship. Community and meta-narrative is inextricably bound for that is the framework with which we understand the world and what we take to be reality.
Filters. We suffer a 5-degree level of separation from perceived reality as shared in community stories:
0. an event occurs, perceived by the source speaker
1. the source speaker experiences the event through a filter dependent on his senses: perceptiveness and subjective perspective.
2. he process the sensorial information shaped by his values, culture and perspectives he's internalized - the second filter
3. Third filter: he shares this experience aurally and visually, relying on his ability for precision and clarity
4. the receipient receives aural and visual account through his senses - another filter
5. Lastly, he processes the received information against a worldview shaped by values, culture and perspectives
Can we know anything at all? Who am I? What am I doing here?
Still, meta-narratives, the Myth is important. It provides a sense of belonging in the scheme of things - our place in the network, our walk that goes ever on, Mr Gamgee and Mr Frodo. Our Hero that has come for us, dashing through the clouds, crashing walls to rescue us. Issues of existence and purpose.
So we live in the moment, for the moment. For it is the present moment which seems most tangible. Sort of. Tanglibly fleeting. We pass through an infinite number of miniscule moments that hurtle us inexplicably through that one-sided dimension which is Time.
Teach us to count the days; teach us to make the days count. Time is our currency, and spend, we must. How we spend is ours, but once we spend it never comes back.
For as characters in the meta-narrative, that eternal Storyboard, we must walk out our roles, our days, our choices - both freewilled and proscribed. Yea, we are no mere random product of butterfly wings, but we are the very created will and purpose of a transcendant Creator, yet the choice is ours to walk away. We know so very little, and so trust we must, for there can be no other way. Only His goodness and grace can sustain us.
Oh, for strength for the seasons! Oh, for grace to hold us. Oh, for assurance to keep us through the changing tides. Thank You, thank You, thank You!
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.
Refrain
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Refrain
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Refrain
Friends. Life-story-community. We live in an oral fabric. Experiences are transmitted through sound and images. Community: collective experiences and fellowship. Community and meta-narrative is inextricably bound for that is the framework with which we understand the world and what we take to be reality.
Filters. We suffer a 5-degree level of separation from perceived reality as shared in community stories:
0. an event occurs, perceived by the source speaker
1. the source speaker experiences the event through a filter dependent on his senses: perceptiveness and subjective perspective.
2. he process the sensorial information shaped by his values, culture and perspectives he's internalized - the second filter
3. Third filter: he shares this experience aurally and visually, relying on his ability for precision and clarity
4. the receipient receives aural and visual account through his senses - another filter
5. Lastly, he processes the received information against a worldview shaped by values, culture and perspectives
Can we know anything at all? Who am I? What am I doing here?
Still, meta-narratives, the Myth is important. It provides a sense of belonging in the scheme of things - our place in the network, our walk that goes ever on, Mr Gamgee and Mr Frodo. Our Hero that has come for us, dashing through the clouds, crashing walls to rescue us. Issues of existence and purpose.
So we live in the moment, for the moment. For it is the present moment which seems most tangible. Sort of. Tanglibly fleeting. We pass through an infinite number of miniscule moments that hurtle us inexplicably through that one-sided dimension which is Time.
Teach us to count the days; teach us to make the days count. Time is our currency, and spend, we must. How we spend is ours, but once we spend it never comes back.
For as characters in the meta-narrative, that eternal Storyboard, we must walk out our roles, our days, our choices - both freewilled and proscribed. Yea, we are no mere random product of butterfly wings, but we are the very created will and purpose of a transcendant Creator, yet the choice is ours to walk away. We know so very little, and so trust we must, for there can be no other way. Only His goodness and grace can sustain us.
Oh, for strength for the seasons! Oh, for grace to hold us. Oh, for assurance to keep us through the changing tides. Thank You, thank You, thank You!
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.
Refrain
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Refrain
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Refrain
