Where does our obsession with perfection come from? This utopia that supposedly existed thousands of years ago and now rests at the bottom of the sea has captivated our minds since Plato's account of it was discovered. Several millennia later we continue to use the sunken city as inspiration for all regimes of art and literature. My most recent c.d. purchase, a band called Deas Vail, has a beautiful song that shows the darker side of the perfect city. Of all the stories about the underwater haven, this is my favorite. The songs beginning pulls you in with the phrase, "No ones gonna find us here, no rescue is coming." Is that not what Atlantis is all about? Getting away from the imperfections of the world, it must have seemed like a good idea. Why do we strive for this perfection? Why do we think perfection can be created by imperfect beings? The idea of Atlantis reminds me of Babylon. We want to be noticed, "we are waiting to be found." For some reason we think our perfect deeds will get God's attention. But as is said in the Bible, our good deeds are, in simple terms- nothing to God. Our good deeds are trash. What may have begun with good intentions at Babylon, soon consumed the hearts and minds of the people. They wanted to be on level with God.
Now, although Atlantis may not have existed it's very easy to assume that the mere idea of it was out of the same intentions of the Babylonians; to make ourselves know. But, the biggest flaw about this utopia; it becomes a trap. In our efforts to be on the same level as God, we buried ourselves...
"Stuck in a world of water and glass... of recycled air, and years that have passed."
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