# 2 Where You Are from?

# 2 Where You Are from? (St. Maximilian’s Unpublished Writings #1270 Volume II)

Have you ever reflected at times, to find out where you come from? With feelings of gratitude, you love your parents, who gave you life and raised you, but you know that they too had their parents, and so on.  However, none of your ancestors was able to design your limbs,  None of them sketched the very first project; none put atoms together in such a way that they could form an eye capable of seeing, an ear capable of hearing, a hand capable of working.  Yet you do need such organs for those purposes. Wherever you spot a structure built for a purpose, you rightly claim that it was the hand of a man, guided by intelligence, that set it up, for instance in the case of a house, a train, a plate or others.

Yet a human eye is much more perfect than the best of planes. Who assembled it? NOT a man. That cause, the first cause, not produced by anyone, we call God.

I said “the first.”  For if it was not the first, we would keep inquiring until we get to the truly first cause.  And precisely because it is the first cause, it cannot possibly have been produced by anyone, so it would make no sense to place limits on it.  And that must mean it is unlimited, infinite.  Since it was not produced, it has no beginning, it has always been, and there is no reason to suppose it should cease being sooner or later, which means that it is eternal.

That first cause is God: perfection without limits, immeasurable, eternal.  It is the first cause of the universe.

Surely, you must have noticed that any given work, either yours or any other person’s bears within itself a likeness of the person who made it.  Likewise, the whole world bears within itself a likeness of God, from whose hands it came.  You must also have noticed that, like any other person, you love the work of your hands. Likewise, God loves His creatures, and the more perfect a work is, the greater is its likeness to the one who made it, and the more that person loves it. That is why the love of parents toward their children surpasses any other love.  To love one’s work, in fact, also is a divine prerogative: it is the likeness to God.

So… you now know where you are from.

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