THE HINDU greeting, “Namaste” honors the divinity that dwells inside every man—the God within the person, the place where the universe resides.
Even the Greek philosopher Plato championed the idea of a separate world of Forms from our physical world—the world of Forms being the place where the perfection of all physical things come from.
To him, it was this divinity that our souls aimed to find and eventually to return to, for a perfect immortal soul only belonged in the perfect and immortal world it hailed from—and perfection has always been the struggle man has always troubled himself with, the search for it being the ultimate end to their means.
The constant flux in fashion and the interpretation of beauty, strength, and meaning is evidence of this.
Curiously, with all the movies and shows that display superheroes or search for the next “idol” this generation should revere, it would seem as if man is still in search of the divine but mistakenly searches for it in the physical world or within the physical limitations of the body.
Perhaps the search for the divine and perfect is a search for a god?
Some men find their gods in the machines they make, some in money, some in the identity of other men.
But the funny thing is, once man invests his belief unto another man, his reverence fleets almost as immediately as he has placed it.
His miss universe ages, and another one replaces her in a year.
The bones of his champion weaken and he honors a new one once his body quits.
Even his beloved leaders betray his trust for money and the false promises of temporary power.
Meanwhile, many men do not seek the divine at all and instead believe in their egos and make gods among themselves.
These are the men that cancel the idea of the divine dwelling within them while trampling on their brethren; they limit life within the physical capacity of their body and carry upon themselves the desire of being great.
So where does one find god in the cities of neon and concrete plagued with revision and reinvention? If we suppose Plato to be right, then does that mean our search only ends when we reach the other realm?
Why not take a hint from Namaste and look within?
It is only when we acknowledge that we carry something greater than ourselves do we see how the search for perfection easily ends inside of us.
It would be difficult desecrating our sanctity knowing how we are not useless hunks of meat, but ethereal vessels that carry the purposes and perfection of this world.
In us, we find the god we seek, not the e go, not the self, but the divine that leads us to the heavenly realms only our souls know of while understanding that man is not the limit of this life, but the bearer of it.
