history, no longer repeating

Last night I read this:

"In the age when life on earth was full, no one paid any special attention to worthy men, nor did they single out the man of ability. Rulers were simply the highest branches on the tree, and the people were like deer in the woods. They were honest and righteous without realizing that they were "doing their duty." They loved each other and did not know that this was "love of neighbor." They deceived no one yet they did not know that they were "men to be trusted." They were reliable and did not know that this was "good faith." They lived freely together giving and taking, and did not know that they were generous. For this reason their deeds have not been narrated. They made no history."
(Thomas Merton from The Way of Chuang Tzu, 1965, quoted in Echoing Silence: Thomas Merton on the Vocation of Writing, edited by Robert Inchausti. Boston: New Seeds, 2007. 204)

After reading this, I wrote the following. It should not be considered dogmatic. It is simply good to allow ourselves to struggle with the things we encounter, and that is what I am trying to do here. If you would like, struggle with me, please.

"A persons greatest goal ought to be to not make history. Certainly, our world is shaped by historical figures, 'history makers,' yes. They overcame the nameless folks, the censused and numbered of history. Our goal is to not be numbered. 'Sell your possessions.' Give up your binding objects, abstractions and senseless images that entangle you in the messiness of history disconnected from the story God wants to tell. Only in giving up that which is most cherished, your superficial name, that place in the Annals of Babel, will you gain your name, gain your story.

I will grant, we are all historical figures, but whose history? History is told from a certain perspective. Our perspective must change, and our voice must be muted by the still, small Voice, the meek Voice which spoke all things into being with a lyric of grace. From there we speak. Entering into this Voice, into its Word, moved by Its Spirit, we transcend history, and in so giving we mark time with the stamp of eternity come down, the beautiful touch of love which has no attachments, only a name and a God. There, history ceases to repeat itself for it is rightly placed and only the Voice speaks."