Thought is the Root

I tend to lead many of my blog concepts from an impartial paradigm; I don't like to turn the focal scope onto myself. I'd much rather my readers to see my work as a separate entity, and it being in and of itself its own disclaimer. But I am a Christian man, and I would love to discuss how I view my manifesto through that belief;

"So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them." Genesis 1:27

The general idea here is that mankind was brought about in the incubus of "thought." By God bringing us to existence at his whim, that begins to give one the idea of her or his own potential.

You can have anything you want in the world. Period.

Some see this gift as manipulation of "the laws of attraction," and I agree with the idea completely. But I do believe there to be a few stipulations. 

"But no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison."

James 3:8

Here exists the divider; through the Maker's sacred construct, we may have inherited the very core of creation but we are unable to fully control it. This verse makes a clear allusion to how detrimental words can be to people and society as a whole, and to the difficult task of taming it.

Be careful what you wish for...

So there are two pieces here; divinity behind the lips, and the task of taming it's one instrument. Speaking things into existence is reality, and I can't make it much more simple than that.

"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits."

Proverbs 18:21

Look around you, where ever you may be. The urban metropolis; it took a cast of visionaries to carve out the nook of the sky to fit their scrapers. The electronic device in your hand started as an idea, and nothing more. Who was the first man who grunted? Do we not speak a progressive language? Look around you! Think about how you're just talking about someone, and they call you! Think about all of the times you find yourself wishing that you hadn't wished for something that grimly came to pass. This is my reality. This is your reality. Because after all; thought is the root of creation.