…life is at war with itself and man must fight against both sides and against himself as well. On the one hand, moderation trembles with rage, Zeusian, with balance and regret over its own controlled power. On the other, excess swells, Dionysian, mad with sated thirst.
In between the two stands poor man, convinced by culture that he is a creature and no more than creature and not much of a creature, with that. He covets moderation but finds in its extreme care the seeds of depression. He reclines leeringly with always affable excess but secretly thinks himself a fool because he cares so little for what is big and so much for what is small.
Man is his own worst problem. At the very least he is the universal vexation for his race. He would rather be the devotee than the debaucher but finds he can make himself little other than a dilettante.
He needs an image. He makes heroes of other men who lived before him. He sets little gods up on a pedestal and yearns to want to be like them.
He needs an image, he is sure, but might more likely need an eikon. An icon he can touch with a cursor and open up a whole program with a click of his finger. He is dismayed to hear he carries in his own genes the image he wants to copy, as Zeus carried Dionysius in his thigh like an incubator warms a premature child.
So, he would settle for the help of an eicon, an icon, with directions to the end for which the icon is an imaginary representation.
He is his own worst enemy, his own most vexing problem.
Certainty starts to gel for him when he accepts his own deep inner need. His appetites are beyond his control. He must seek a higher power if he would be safe, sane and sober.
He is tired of his role as court jester for the cosmos. He comes to understand that only a fool does not care. He can see his own genome mapped but cannot cure the dread disease desire. He wants what he ought to expunge. He banishes what he should embrace.
Man needs an image from outside himself to show him the truth of what the image is inside of him. So, Jesus the Christ comes into the world to show us truths about God (and so about man) that we could never discover if left to ourselves.