Golden Rooster

A morning with a golden rooster is always a good morning. I've been thinking of compiling a series of postcards and here's one.

Good. Bad. True. False.

Yesterday's task from A Course in Miracles - the book I'm reading- said,
I'm upset because I see a meaningless world.

I see a ----- world, but I'm upset because I see a meaningless world.

I see an ignorant world, a chaotic world, a selfish world, a difficult world, a struggling world, a sick world, a surviving world, a suffering world, but I'm upset because I see a meaningless world.
The world actually is meaningless, devoid of any such inherent meaning. Just like my thoughts, these associations, these labels are my own.

In this inherently meaningless world I look for certainty, clarity, meaning on the outside - in books, horoscopes, opinions of those I perceive important, I rummage through the past and look for references and examples. I place people in my situation and myself in theirs, to look for what would be logical and acceptable and wise to do. In the Good World I percieve, I search for the Bad to prove the World truly Good and my perception correct. On coming across Good in the Bad World, I think them to be signs, miracles, or doubt my perception, and lead myself into utter confusion.

But the Truth is beyond both Good and Bad, because good and bad are things I've subjectively labelled onto things, people and occurrences. There may actually be Ultimate Good and Ultimate Bad or may not. But I'm not going to figure them out through my frivolous thoughts about a meaningless world.