The Paradox of the Perfection of Unsatisfaction

The argument from desire, used so often by Christians to support their belief that their must be a God who is the only one who can fully satisfy all our desires, is used to reach such a conclusion by denying reality. Reality, properly understood and verified in virtual every atom of existence, is a paradox. And perhaps the most salient aspect of the ubiquitous paradox of reality is the paradox of the perfection of unsatisfaction.

While the Christian longs for total satisfaction of all of their longings and desires, for total fulfillment of every empty feeling they have ever had or can imagine, such a longing is the same curse that cost Adam & Eve their little Garden, Lucifer his position at the head of all the angels, kings their empires for their lust for ever more, and even the financial institutions for over extending themselves as much as the homeowners of America who had bought more than they could afford.

That the Capitalist system necessarily runs on people always wanting more, and needs people everywhere to seek after an illusory satisfaction that in reality is designed to always leave the customer unsatisfied, is at once the curse and the genius of the system. It leads as much to great developments as it does to great devastation, and produces only as much happiness as it creates misery in tandem; for the two are forever twins, like matter and anti-matter, locked in a dance of all life and death, from which all good things, and all bad things, come.

To obtain total satisfaction would be the end of all creativity, all progress, all possibility and potential, and to destroy the nature and the very soul that constitutes the infinite within each. Total satisfaction is a paradox, for how can something infinite ever be total?

But more than this, it is in this eternal dance between chaos and order, between obedience and rebellion or what the Christian calls "God and the devil;" between satisfaction and unsatisfaction, between structure from which we build and destruction from which we create,  that all things come. Chaos without order is as much of a hell as any system of order without chaos, after all. They are indeed, but mere reflections of each other - like two hellish twins. 

The trick, then, is finding a balance where we are not totally satisfied, since such an idea would only be the death of us and everything connected to us, but where we are not so fully unsatisfied as to lead us to the conclusion that it were better that we were dead. And from this proper proportion of the yin and the yang, become both the paint and the brush that colors upon the canvas of our life, a world of infinite possibilities, with each and every stroke.