A Christmas thought

Well I have something finally to say about this Christmas. It is not original. I am only just beginnign to appreciate it. Here it is:

Baby Jesus born in a manger.

Please refrain from all warm fuzzy feelings, because actually this was a very profound and daring act and social commentary. Plus, it was a virgin birth. Like they believed that.

Mary: I'm going to have a baby. But don't worry, I am still a virgin.
Other: hm. Likely story, Mary.

Try telling that to the majority of the people over here and they may condescend to allow you to hang out with them still. But you will loose serious social identity.

This is one thing, the virgin birth. But what about the manger? It is just on my mind because I have been thinking how ambition destroys a lot. Not that it is inherently destructive.

I mean this. Love does not take greatness. And love is the meaning of life, its sustenance and drive to being. If loves pushes towards a hidden end goal it has become conditional and has lost its ability to transform into being what it is itself. It does not need to be dressed up, but is in essence more beautiful than any form could bring to it. So manger or palace, (but it was a manger) love existed, walked, and gave light.

For me, Otterburne, Scotland or Africa. (even the US too) They are all the same. Forms that will hold, but the substance is the main thing. Marriage even. What is perfection but the pushing towards? I think Black and White are turning shades of colors when I remember the simplicity of love. Baby in a manger, it's not that complicated.