but vanity and a grasping for the wind. On theological Vanity, Life, and the Trinity.

"a grabbing for a snatch of wind", such as it is, in theological terms, man is just dust.

Dust in which God breathed into, breathing life, imputing this weird consciousness, this shading of God, this sliver of the divine, not the mote or beam in our eye, but something in the thinkgood, or something of the soul, something still in present day beyond measure: life.  Something of low voltage in electrical terms, and carried along in chemical energy throughout the human body.

This casting about for the wind, is such as is eluded to in Ecclesiastes, "nothing" or in their more archaic terms, "vanity".

Incidentally, I started a deep breathing exercise, and I have also tried the Divine Breath Yoga meditation.  It seems some times we observe across culture and regions and epochs and all, the centuries and the tribes and the various meanings, we observe those odd congruities, or the implications of things.

Snorting like a bull, mouth full of seasoned fried pork rinds, huffing and puffing, and generally being a bugaboo, saying not, "have yourself a pleasant day", but there he goes, light of our lives, and she says to him, the polyanna, "have a super day", and I want to punch the wall in frustration, or chase her upstairs as soon as he's gone.

"What if he turns around?"

On productivity, and the art of being busy on substantial, important tasks, we observe that the wind assails, and the rain drops pelt the place, but the darn spam calls.....  they keep a coming.

And if one showed his a$$, in the interim, what more would there be?  Just a passing wind, a grasping for a snatch of invisible air, and we would say, inevitably, that too, dejectedly, is vanity.

But if there were a set of wings unfurled, spread wide, and smiles?  What if all meaning coagulated from a set of things, into a smaller subset of things?  I could always close my eyes from it all, or turn my head, and Christ himself said, to turn, and all, and they go, some, beyond that, into Christogenesis, where something of the substance of Christ is found is most everything, mystical and improbable as it may seems, acknowledging that sometimes it seems quite opposite the parabellum and oxymoron and all.

A "vanity", a "divine wind", and a "word": the Divine Word, the Logos, called alternatingly and interchangeably the light, the truth, love, and all good in the world, a substance unmarked and without measurement in present ontology, continuing on as it ever was, the soup of miracles and mystery.  It goes something in this order: word, light, truth, and love.  A shepherd as a man, as both going along healing, feeding, tending, preaching and teaching, and as something that existed alongside, co-equally with God, as both one among, and one separate, co-equal to God and the Holy Spirit, and incidentally, on the Day of Pentecost when thousands were converted, the Spirit manifested as mighty wind.

Creator

Savior

Helper.