Conceited Man: Airs of the Divine

Complacency embodies that Godless state of being in which we humans grow inured to all the lies we gladly feed ourselves, the countless cheap, ornate, conceited, vainglorious myths, self-aggrandizing auras and delusions of grandeur so perfectly poised to precipitate a fall.
♣ We humans are a phony race, pompous and shallow. Proud, vain, jealous, self-centered and pretentious, we propagate the myth of having staged our own creation. We’re quick to steal credit for our personal appearance, our intelligence, advantages, our veritable existence. We lie to both our neighbors and ourselves with alacrity, willfully, implicitly partaking in the species-wide conspiracy, not to merely doubt but to flout the very existence of a Creator God. After all, the world over, what human being has never come to contemplate somewhere near the crust of his subconscious mind precisely how God earned His singular destiny, why God and not mankind should claim for all eternity the nonpareil privilege of identifying as God, what a cruel and quite humiliating affront this represents to mere humanity, itself left  to settle for so much less, why we mortals can’t ourselves be counted limitless gods when indeed we’ve been so lucky as to stumble upon the fortune of a Unique God who lets us BE at all.

–♦©M. D. Phillips–awincingglare.com

Narcissus in Reflection

Pride is just a shadow, humility flesh and bone.
♣ How does man remain so self-absorbed and shallow, so ignorant and flawed yet wax so complacent, so pumped full of pride and such a false pride at that? Of what characteristics are we all that proud when in the vast scheme of things the most accomplished of us know next to nothing, have nothing, make nothing and our untapped potential hangs loosely on the infinite grace of a beneficent unseen force?

–♦©M. D. Phillips–awincingglare.com