Idealatry

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It was a difficult project. It took a lot of reflection, correction, and hard work to get the design just right. And he knew just where to build it. He’d start his work right there in perfect view of his mind’s eye.

He built it and it shined with perfection. He stepped back and let the full thing come into view. It gave him so much peace, so much comfort, but it also pained him that no one else could see it. It was there, hidden away in the cathedral of his own mind.

He would often find himself drifting off and admiring its brilliance until he would be startled back into the everyday with a sense of disappointment that this was not that.

He compared everything and everyone to the beautiful project in his cathedral, but nothing and no one could compare. After all, it was perfect.

Idols come in all shapes and sizes and some of the most sinister and serious go by a name spelled almost same. Ideals can be deadly. We build them, worship them, and ignore, disrespect, and despise the beautiful truth of the real, the here, and the now.

Maybe your idol is an ideal. If it is, call it by its real name and find it, smash it, and accept the perfection of the imperfectly real that surrounds you.


Hi, I’m Michael and this is my daily project where I write about diverse ideas.

This is Dose #127.

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