We like metaphors to help us understand our world. Using metaphors as a beginning to help us understand a deep issue helps our mind make sense of the unknowns. Let's explore our landscape as property. Think of yourself as an asset, a piece of property owned...not by ourselves.
The school of thought: There are two powers, good and evil, light and dark, God and Satan. These two powers own the rights to all that exists. By rights, God created everything including Satan but let's not focus on that for this metaphor. We could get into all kinds of philosophical rights and wrongs and loose the path I have started us on for this journey.
Humans are property, or spoils of the power that won us in battle. We are either owned by God or Satan. We are property, land, territory, buildings, natural resources, etc. If I look at myself as a piece of land owned by one power and I as the caretaker, do I care for this land as my owner desires? Honestly, no; I don't care for this land the way my owner desires. I am personally owned by God. You may be owned by God or by Satan, I don't know however; I do know that you do not take care of your land as your owner desires no matter which owner holds your deed. The reason I know this is because we humans go back and forth between owners.
On my personal land, I have beautiful well maintained ground. There are places on my property that is untouched by rot. Parts of my property is teaming with pestilence and darkness. I have swamps that smell and full of disease, I have dark caves covered in cobwebs and creepy crawling things as well as the howl of some ferocious beast deep within the cavern.
I wished that I could make my land a complete paradise full of joy, warmth, and flowing with milk and honey but, in reality, I allow Satan to care for parts of my land as he pleases. The maintenance or lack there of as the case may be, within my boundaries seem overwhelming. Often, it is easier to let the wastelands of my property be; rather than trying to tame and cultivate the wilderness.
Those of you who may be owned by Satan have the same problem that I do, only yours is the opposite way around. You may love the wilderness, the dark caves my be your stomping ground. You may love to walk in the desert plains enduring the heat and rarely encountering an oasis. When you happen to stumble upon an oasis, you only stay for a short time. While the oasis makes you feel good for a moment, you get a shovel and start covering it up with sand; your desire is to move on to the rocky barren cliffs.
We are each owned by the master of our land. Do we tend our property as our owner demands?~b