The Folly of Isolating the Symphony Conductor's Track
Morning Thoughts #221
Oh universal world, oh infinite complexity and connection you embody, what a symphony you are! Woe to those who deny you a conductor, deny you even the possibility of ever having had one!
Friends, it's long since time we admit: chaotic missionaries have descended upon our shores, and we are complicit in the foothold they've gained through our own inaction. All is disorder, they preach, and they set out to prove it by their own acts of random destruction. Longstanding traditions tying communities together are only knots to be untied in their eyes! Agents tearing down the tapestry of time-tested sense-making! Constantly handing out microscopes (as if they were pamphlets), urging each and all to turn away from any symmetrical bigger picture, paradoxically by ushering in an era of all-out individual interrogations! Separate interviews for each atom of existence, magnifying holes in the myriad of living but untold stories!
Oh friends, if only you could see the beautiful forest of symmetry that exists after taking a few thought-steps back. Away from the missionaries of utter materialism who touch everything to dirty it with their ultimate degrading point. The arrogance of the shortsighted knows no bounds when temperamentally unable to see past the feeling of their own fingertips!
Woe to these shortsighted, so easy to spot today among us! They dissect the music of the universe, isolating each individual track of that miraculous composition in the process. Lo and behold, eventually they discover that the track labeled "conductor" (when isolated unto itself) contains no sound at all. This fact they publish far and wide as their definitive proof: order self-directs, atheism the answer of any intellectually honest metaphysical inquiry into the matter.
Sure enough, the existential musicians of life begin to pay less heed to this seeming appendix of a spiritual baton. A funny thing happens, though: our modern dissonance grows and grows.