To want is human.
To want more, divine?
I wonder, where exactly did this concept of “wanting more” start?
In the beginning, when God was supposedly in His “creative mode,” He designed the heavens and the earth. Now, at that time, “the earth was formless and empty.” And so the Old Man flicked a finger and there was light. “He saw that it was good.”
And so, for seven days, He pointed here, and perhaps clapped there until Adam was “born.”
Ah, Adam. “The Man.” Created in the “image and likeness of God.” Adam supposedly had a little of God in him… or something.
As most of us know, by this time, the earth was seemingly complete – there was light, darkness, water, land, fish, animals, trees, air – everything a man could need… “bliss by remote control,” so to speak.
But no, God felt it needed something more. He wanted more for Adam. “It is not good for the man to be alone,” He said.
And so, there was Eve.
Now, why would He want more for man if He knew it would lead to his eventual destruction? “God is all-seeing, all-knowing,” remember?
Was it not Eve’s fault that He was forced to banish his precious Adam from paradise and curse the sinful temptress for all eternity?
But He wanted more, right?
He wanted more for the earth, so he needed to create more so everything would be complete… Perfect.
And so, is it safe to say that the present man actually “inherited” his insatiable need for perfection from God?
… that in the struggle for completeness, we have the propensity to want more. It’s in our genes. We were “made in His image and likeness,” remember?
Now, my point really is, who do I attribute my inexhaustible I-want-more disorder? To the figurative serpent/“the devil” who allegedly dangles all worldly desires to tempt the feeble man? Or to our creator, God, who actually started the trend in the very first day of His reign?
Really, if I may push a little farther, I hold the Catholic Church responsible. I mean, they published these parables, right?
Talk about major ingenuity. Really, I think these people are the first entrepreneur… but that’s another story.
Hmm. I wonder what my cousin-priest, Father Johnny, would say about this.
