Scribbles is a place for collecting thoughts and notes that I have recorded at some time or another. As with anything a person creates, they are not necessarily indicative of what that person believes currently, or even what they believed 5 minutes after they wrote it. They are just little snapshots of existence, tiny little sojourns of psyche.
The faith must have an object — purely semantic. What am I trying to say? Here I describe a feeling rather than an axiom, but what isn’t, really? When we reason, how are we not beholden to this sense of what feels right, whether we appeal to our own limited notions of logic, to some authority, or “merely” to our own experience? I am no opponent of objectivity. I actually like objectivity (subjectively). Nonetheless, I feel a deep need to convey the subjective as well. Here goes.
The intellect must be subservient to something not of its own design — something it might name, but the name is at best a description. The names of God are many, but one cannot simply add them up and “get” God. That which does the adding, that which uses the name, can never exit the world of representations. It must rely upon, submit to, its superior, but not the mere representation of its superior, which is an object of its own making, restricted to the space of the known and knowable.
The one that knows in this sense of categorization or quantification may at best do itself a service by adopting a policy (for it operates within the realm of policies, needs them) of flexibility, of willingness to do things for no particular reason, to do precisely those things which offer no promise of gain or reward or even intrinsic worth. It must seek those out and do them, and upon discovering utility, refuse to make utility the object of the search.
The knower here defends itself in the face of possibility, for unknown possibilities are its rightful fear and, in fact, its continual death. It never grows comfortable with the assurance of rebirth, no matter how many times it dies in this way and is reborn — nor should it. Its duty alone is to submit to what it can only call God, and one is left to wonder whether it ever could or ever has done anything other than just that.