Consider a massive tree. It’s been growing for hundreds of years, maybe thousands. Maybe millions.
How did it start?
A seed, of course.
Think of the journey of a seed.
Such a relatively miniscule beginning. Small, irrelevant.
Nearby, a lion walks by that seed. A fierce lion. Massive, compared to the seed. The king of the jungle.
The lion can’t even be brought to eat the seed for sustenance. It’s too small and pathetic.
The seed sits there, alone. Small, seemingly irrelevant. What good could it possibly serve?
The lion says, “Fuck you, seed,” and buries it in the dirt.
Buried alive. Claustrophobia. Pure darkness. For who knows how long.
(The seed has a terrible sense of time.)
Then comes a torrential downpour. Not only is the seed buried alive, but it is waterboarded relentlessly. Drowned in liquid judgment from the sky.
“Why me?” says the seed, gurgling while grasping for breath, inhaling wet dirt.
All that darkness. All that isolation. Being totally out of control of its own fate.
The seed is just a little speck, not even registerable in the grand scheme of the cosmos.
No one anywhere, cares about the seed.
Fastforward to the massive tree, sprawling from the ground where the lion once buried that seed.
It’s a famous tree. People come from all over the world to see it, to bear witness to its splendor and glory.
It’s taller than the rest. Wider than the rest. It’s one of the oldest living beings on the planet. And it’s beyond beautiful.
But what would it be? Without being cast aside and buried?
Without the darkness and isolation?
Without the drowning?
What would it be, if it had been perceived as delicious and valuable to the lion?
It would be sporadic specks in fossilized shit, that’s what.
But it was neglected. It was considered worthless. It was rejected.
So being neglected, considered worthless, and being rejected can matter.
It can be the most important thing that ever happened.
The darkness, the flood that ensues.
It’s all valuable. It is all essential beyond measure.
The lion will die and return to the soil.
The soil enriches the seed, which sprouts and aspires for the heavens.
The rejecter, the isolator, the constrictor, and the capsizer all ultimately contribute to the growth and prosperity of the tallest, strongest tree in the woods. In the world.
Now think of all this from a human point of view.
Was the soil evil, for engulfing the seed?
Was the water malicious for falling down from the sky and sinking into the soil?
Or was there a process at work? A process which was well-planned from the start? A process that was beyond the comprehension of the seed (if it were sentient), the lion, the soil, and the rain, but a process that they all participated in just by flowing with the tides of nature?
Where is the good?
Where is the evil?
I do not see these things.
Where is the perfection?
The perfection is all I see.
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