I read Our Father’s revelations to us, through Judith. And I understand that we are spiritual beings and that our time on earth is just to give us the chance to choose to be His children and to see everything earthly as a mere testing ground for our eternal souls.
So my question may perhaps be strange.
But I want to know: Why do people write beautiful fictional work; why do people write beautiful artistic stories and moving poetry; why do people make moving music; why do people combine sounds that thrill us; why do people do art; why do we create beautiful works from wood and stone and on paper and canvass… What is the point of everything that people do which is lovely, creative and beautiful? And that sometimes gives meaning to our daily existence. May we appreciate it? All of this is earthly, but how is the creation of beauty, that stirs us so much and leave us in constant longing for the Perfect Creator, how could this be irrelevant?
I am an artist. I desire to build lovely homes for people that can become the background to their carnal existence. To weave colorful carpets that family can walk on for years. To paint canvass and draw pictures you can look at, and smile at for a moment, and appreciate our longing for a beauty far beyond our understanding…
Beauty… I want to know of all the beautiful things that people can create which is actually there to remind us of the perfect… How can the creation of this be irrelevant? It is what I can do. It is what I can offer. It is the only way that I have to worship the Father: By making the world more beautiful for others…
But still I feel as if it is inferior because it is earthly. It is stuff that will perish, and it does not fill people’s stomachs full or warm their bodies, but it does make their surroundings a little more organized. More… beautiful…
Was all the beauty that people have ever created just for nothing? (I know that the physical does perish, but the effect that beauty has on people, does it have no value?)
Love
Reader
Answer
In itself, your letter is a piece of art, your thinking is a beautiful symphony. Your longing to, just like the Creative Spirit of Father, use your God-given talents as products of the Reign of Light, yes as an asset and a joy in an otherwise dark period, to produce something beautiful to the already poor eye of man, is truly praiseworthy.
What would the purpose of life and through this the necessary development of the soul be, if we could not experiment constructively and creatively with the building blocks of matter. How would we be able to know what complete freedom is, if we could not execute and bring to visible form the sometimes Godly thought that we carry inside ourselves.
The history of man is indeed mainly captured by the art, architecture and literature of human existence. The curios human has always wanted to better understand the origin, creation as well as the development and maintenance, and the end.
Even if we should sit back, at the end of our works or our life, to call out, perhaps just a little bit depressive like Ecclesiastes of old: Look, all of this was all in vain and all that will be left of my works is only the remainders of rust, moth and worm.
But still we will be able to write beautiful poetry of this, yes, in the song of life, in the never-ending cycle of the existence of everything. Moved, we will call out over the beautiful artworks of God, in the eternal material perishing. There are few things as beautiful as the multicolored erosion of the rock cliff and quite so moving as the decayed architecture of century-old ruins, perishing under the onslaught of nature.
The potential child of God was given an opportunity to go from the spiritual realm, from outside time and space, into the form of matter for the advancement or decline of his soul. Yes, man specifically came to be able to stand as master over matter, and not as a slave thereof.