Are you just the piggy bank into which I drop the coins of the deeds of hospitality, friendship and exploration that the God-in-love framework refers to as inherently good and 'lasting'?
After all, according to that framework, the standard life values of success, serenity, survival, though not to be forsworn, indeed to be savored, must yet be recognized as transitory, and any significance they have prey to contingencies. Successes are so only in retrospect; while we live, serenity is not perfectly imperturbable; survival is only postponement.
So, ka-ching, ka-ching, in go my little darings and doings, which you certify as worthwhile because in conformance with your modus operandi.
Ugh, what an terribly mercenary way of presenting what is generated in the ardent give-and-take between you, creator, lover, and your Beloved other, of which I am part.
This is not a 'full faith and credit' assurance. These deeds arise within that relationship and partake of the fundamental lastingness of that relationship. Any future these deeds have is as part of the life of that 'world to come' which you and the Beloved are bringing into being.
Even this crafted commentary seems coldly abstract. Hospitality, friendship and exploration, on large or limited scales, are how I am part of what is going on between you, God-in-love, and your loved one. It's that interaction which has value, as wheat's value is ultimately in loaves of bread, and only incidentally in transactions on a commodity futures market.
Still, I wonder: do I know you as I want to know those with whom I have my deepest relationships? Am I aware of you in my encounters? Do I sense your presence, alert and active? Do I feel the intensity of your intention toward the beloved Other? Am I as effortlessly conscious of you as I would be of, say, a kitten brushing my bare ankle? Do I miss you, or you me? Is contact between us possible purged of the particulars of encounter?
Even if the bank were broken, encounters would still be worthwhile, and a life of same, satisfying.
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