When I first read today’s verse I thought, oh I know this one. This is easy. I can see that this is a beautiful day – the birds are chirping, there is a cloudless azure sky above me, the air is crisp and cool – only because I’ve also awakened to hot, humid, gray days in which the birds are too pooped to pipe.
Ok, so what’s the dilemma? Write about it and get on with enjoying this beautiful day, Karen. But there’s a question mark in my mind about this…how could I not know that this is a gorgeous day even if I didn’t have any point of reference? And what of good and evil? Don’t I know down in the deepest recesses of my being that love is good and hate is evil? And Who is making these judgments anyway?
In a recent online interview, Dr. Dyer spoke of the fact that if, for example, I asked you to wiggle your toes and you did so, scientists can find the exact spot in your brain that told your toes to wiggle. However, those same scientists have yet to discover where in the brain resides the part of you that decided to humor me and to “tell” your toes to wiggle. Could that be the part of me that makes these distinctions?
Perhaps a rose, by any other name, would NOT smell as sweet to one who has had a painful experience with the rose-laden coffin of a loved one. Perhaps a sunrise isn’t an excruciatingly gorgeous expression of the promise of a new day to the ones who, unlike me, had to drag themselves out of a nice, warm, cozy bed to schlep off to an unsatisfying job again this morning…
Beauty, ugliness, good, and evil all exist under heaven. I suppose how they are perceived by you or me is all a matter of perspective.