"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd." -- John 10:14-16


If a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound when no one is around to hear it?

I think the above philosophy question does a lot of disgrace to philosophers, because of reasons... that don't really have to be framed within arguments. (Seriously, sometimes you just know it -_-)

But besides gut feeling, this can also be suggested by responding with another question in a similar fashion - When our thoughts run unheard, will it be judged fairly if there no one actually hears what we really think?

Why it dismantles the philosophical query is because of how it highlights the fact that we are persons that have thoughts and emotions and exist beyond just an empirical analysis of the physical world. There are things that matter to us. There are situations that will bother us. And being human, the management of all these details will consistently be affecting us.

However, an individual's logical and emotional sensitivities cannot be elevated too highly. There are issues that go beyond the personal, into a state when its difficult for both our mind and emotions to comprehend.

"What does it mean to say that Cambodia's Pol Pot slaughtered two million people - a quarter of his nation's populations? Or that Stalin murdered thirty million and Mao sixty-five million? Does the staggering "relative weight" of the first equal the equally staggering "numerical weight" of the other two? The mind boggles at such questions, and the heart becomes numb at the mention of such figures. We have no calculus to measure them, and our emotions are not strong enough to embrace them.... in all history there have been only twenty-nine years in which there was no war under way somewhere, but does this say something overwhelming about us humans or is it only a tasty morsel for dinner party conversation?"
-- Unspeakable, Os Guinness

And personal agony sometimes can so scarily remove us from the reality of these voices - these voices that ran and even now, are running unheard. Voices that call out, longing for someone to disrupt their pleas, for a glimmer of reassurance through a voice that instead of suppressing, direct.

The cries of the heart and the soul can be so numbingly loud in our everyday midst.. and they call out for justice, for redemption, for a savior.

Someone, who hears them.

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