It felt good to write the above title. I like it to be all about me. No one put it better than the philosophical duo of Calvin and Hobbes:
Calvin: “I’m at peace with the world. I’m completely serene.”
Hobbs: “Why is that?”
Calvin: “I discovered my purpose in life. I know why I was put here and why everything exists.”
Hobbs: “Oh really?”
Calvin: “Yes. I am here so everyone can do what I want.”
Hobbs: “It’s nice to have that cleared up.”
Calvin: “Once everyone accepts it, they’ll be serene too.”
But the comic is our curse, isn’t it? No matter how hard we try we can’t seem to get over ourselves.
In his book The Problem of Pain, C. S. Lewis touches this nerve of self-centeredness.
“As a young man wants a regular allowance from his father which he can count on as his own, within which he makes his own plans (and rightly, for his father is after all a fellow creature), so they decide to be on their own, to take care for their own future, to plan for pleasure and for security, to have a meum from which, no doubt, they would pay some reasonable tribute to God in the way of time, attention, and love, which, nevertheless, was theirs not his. They wanted, as we say, to ‘call their souls their own.’ But that means to live a lie, for our souls are not, in fact, our own. They wanted some corner in the universe of which they could say to God, ‘This is our business, not yours.’ But there is no such corner. They wanted to be nouns, but they were, and eternally must be, mere adjectives.”1
You remember the definition, “Adjectives are words that describe or modify another person or thing in the sentence.” Maybe once everyone accepts that, they’ll be serene too.
“O LORD our God, all this abundance that we have provided for building you a house for your holy name comes from your hand and is all your own.” – 1 Chronicles 29:16.
- C. S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (New York: HaperCollinsPublishers, 1996), 75. Italics in original.