Our Gods Have Our Fingerprints

How do we respond to the crisis of our modern day, when our gods of prosperity fail us, when the vehicles of our ascension break down and begin to lose altitude?

If the world is a stage, I believe that humanity has stepped off of it for the last twenty or so years. Instead, we have erected objects of our own image onto the stage, considering ourselves to be godlike, as if such an object, through observation and encouragement, can bring ourselves into enlightenment.

If man is flawed, will not the creatures of its own design be flawed as well? Should we not consider the pendulum swing backward to follow the swing forward? Many look at history and shout "progress!", but history is equally full of failure. For every king there has been the death of a king. For every great world power, there has been an end. Yet we treat this age of technology and information as if it WON'T! On what basis do we have such a notion?

Faith, of course.

We all have faith in something. Apparently, we had faith in subprime mortgages and the unstoppable cash flow of the auto industry, to the point where America allowed itself to send its jobs to foreign countries, under the assumption that its current leading markets would STAY leading markets. And now we put our faith in a new government administration, as if by simply moving the political pieces around a bit on the chessboard it will change anything other than the chessboard.

How do we respond to the current crisis? Introspection. We need to re-evaluate what our priorities are in life. Is it our dreams and hopes, like our pampering mothers taught us were so vital and important? Or is it our RELATIONSHIPS? Spending time with friends and family, searching, nay, CHASING love? What is it we are investing our time, money, energy into, and WHO are we doing it for: ourselves or others?

Because doing things for ourselves is what continues to get us in these kinds of messes, over and over and over... We keep wanting to create our gods, our longing self-expressions, our fingerprints on this world, but for whom? To what end? Have we forgotten that there is always an end?