The War That Rages in Our Souls

10/18/2025

I woke up with these kinds of images in my head, for whatever reason—maybe the vestiges of a dream, or of some movie from another year. At first, my feeling was of unease, as the movie directors would have one feel. But then thoughts like these emerged. They’re related, in some ways, to Pavlov’s Hierarchy post—and, in any case, I wanted to share for consideration.

The tendency toward disorder—entropy—is considered a law of nature.
The only thing in all of nature that tends toward order is... life.
Life itself remains incomprehensible to the study of science.
And yet all of this natural world is entangled in its conflict.
Order emerging of disorder
Harmony versus cacophony
Life, emerging from and returning to death
What is life on earth but inorganic material kissed from another dimension?
What is human ingenuity but dead marvels—temporary orderings undone by time?
What is the undoing of these dead works but life?

Is not this battle a shadow of the war raging in our very souls?
What is our mortal natural tendency but to devolve?
To train is to eschew comforts for a cause.
To excel is to overcome natural tendencies.
To relinquish control to natural tendencies is to devolve.
Such is earthly life. Such is the struggle of man.

But what is the struggle of the twice-born of earth?
It is the emergence of supernatural life out of death.
Of symphony from cacophony; of order from disorder.
Like gravity, all this world’s pull is to supernatural disorder.
As surely as the natural world’s law of entropy,
All of hell’s demons would shake to kill, destroy, and rot
Even the most fragile precious seedling of supernatural life
Within our very souls, this war rages between death and life.
Who will free us from this body of death?

But we fight not for dead order—dead works eroded by time.
Our struggle is not against earth and fire, flesh and blood.
Our struggle is to clear the way for Life to emerge.
To prepare the soil, to fertilize, to water
To relentlessly work, while in our hearts we Watch and we Wait.
For the Spiritual understand:
Works are dead.
Human passions end in rot.
Human order cannot withstand the years.
We are the ushers of Life overtaking dead works.
Farmers of Supernatural’s seeds.
We are candles—holders of heaven-breathed flame.
Together heaven’s raging fire on earth
Preparing the way for the Lord of Life
To bring His Life to the earth
And His Bride to His land

Oh, and let’s not be like the bricks in that last image, around which life’s only chance was to take on the contours of dead works. Life will overcome nonetheless, but woe to the bricks.