Proof in the Pursuit

A Childhood's Honest Exploration

Movies have always had a way with me. And, somehow, even the ones I’m sure will be a waste of my time manage to start my often philosophical imagination in uncontrollable, seemingly unorganizable frenzy.

The least of the aforementioned occurrences associated itself deeply with a children’s animated film. Maybe I’m getting too old for these types of movies, I’m always tempted to think. But what if, when it comes to movies, age is no matter at all, ever?

I’m increasingly convinced of the latter.
It’s not so much that there’s something to learn within each movie. There is, of course. But subtly beneath the plot and cinematic artistry, lies always something that points to the truth. Regardless of what you believe, and despite the religion or beliefs of the film director, writer, or producer: there is an undeniable pattern, often paradoxical in its nature, that mirrors the perfection we all desire.

I’ve always been attracted to beauty. This dog-eared page of a recently rediscovered back of the closet treasure proves it, too.
It is as if my mind has a constancy to the madness that often prevails. It is craziness, my perceptions and goals and ideas and dreams. But somewhere beneath it all – somewhere beneath the basic thoughts that roam my mind, there is Truth guiding every connection my brain makes. I wouldn’t be writing this if there were not.

It’s in us all. This truth, this beauty. But as the madness of our beings displays, this loveliness and order does not come from mankind.

It comes, absolutely undeniably, from Someone who is perfect, beautiful, lovely, true, and in perfect order.