Peacocks for Dinner

I believe that man spends his life looking for meaning beyond mundane activities such as finding food and shelter. The less time man has to spend finding a meal and a cave to eat and sleep, the more time man has to ponder why we are here and what we are supposed to be doing. When man no longer has to worry about being devoured by beasts or having his meal and cave taken over by a more powerful man, he can start pondering if that new hide loincloth or bigger cave will make him more attractive for reproduction or survival. We are just peacocks with bigger brains.

We seem to be programmed by God to primarily look after our own self-interest, then our family and finally our tribe. But we only look after our tribe because we know it is in our own self-interest. All the while, we seem to be surrounded by angels who whisper suggestions to our conscience. Some good and some bad.

Depending on our own personal self-interest at a given moment we dismiss or accept the whispers to our conscience. For example, union members decry the greed of CEOs even as they dismiss their own greedy demands as social justice. No better angels there.

We are all subject to selfish human nature, the whispers of angels and a constant search for meaning in our lives. Absent knowledge of God's plan we create our own trivial meaning for our life in the moment. But we won't know the truth until we depart this mortal coil, if then.

Our conscience seems to be God's seat in us. We must recognize our nature, recognize the angels by their whisperings and have faith that God has a plan that will bring meaning to our lives in the Afterlife. Otherwise, we are just peacocks for dinner.