As the human mind is always in a position of knowing less than it can believe, it is clear that this stimulating dynamic is problematic. However, the problematic need not be destructive but can instead serve as a creative source of playful liberation if we keep in "mind" the difference between the realms of faith, belief, and fact.
The realm of faith is where we experience the greatest liberty of movement as here the imaginings of the heart can mix at ease with the prompting of spirit. Eventually though, our experience of value must impinge upon the realm of fact, and as it does, the prerogatives of mind asserts itself. The resulting intellectual labor is the source of human philosophy and never ceases to require adjustment consonant with the changes in perception of spirit and knowledge of matter. Successful coordination can yield meaningful patterns of great beauty as "systems" of knowledge take shape, but these are constructed slowly and with due respect for the relative densities of the various components, namely, spiritual faith, intellectual meaning, and material fact.
Consider the snow as it falls from the sky like spiritual grace descending upon our world. Its beauty is like that of faith, causing us to lift our view aloft in amazement where we all partake of the wonders of this gift. As it falls to the ground and accumulates, it begins to take on a shape of meaningful proportion conforming to the ground upon which we stand. At this point our minds begin to measure the opportunities and risks of this gift relative to the density with which it cloaks us. Its heavy silence is both blessing and curse. We therefore use discretion and caution when proceeding at this stage. Afterwards though, when we have spent ourselves laboring in this substance, a certain hardness begins to take shape, its density increases under our steady pressure. Just like hard facts, great forms are assembled, figures which delight as well as forts behind which we hide.
Many of us are familiar with the the joy of lifting our gaze to greet the falling snowflake, how gently it alights and kisses our face. And again, how it feels to bury ourselves in the deep, heavy snow, cold and quiet allowing for much reflection. Even the snowball thrown in friendly jest can be fun, but when hardened with malice and thrown with intent to harm, can be a source of danger and discouragement. So our facts, constructed with much labor, when meaningfully shaped with the substance of our faith, can be a harmful weapon as well as a source of deepening friendship. The choice is ours, but even with good will, we can make mistakes.
How many times have we hurt a friend by not appreciating the force of all the accumulated gifts of grace shaped with our good intentions, packed into a hard fact and thrown according to the rules of play? However, we are but children gathering experience along the way.
Forgiveness is paramount!
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