Cliches and other crap

Part of the problem with modern spirituality is all of its maxims.
Jingles, principles, mission statement, life values, mottos, metaphors.
They all break down sooner or later
The song that resonates so deeply
The scripture that provided so much clarity Goes limp and begins to seem cliché.
God wants it this way. If it weren’t , why would we trust him? If “WWJD” or “Know him and make him known” or “Love, Grow, Serve” always and perfectly encapsulated God’s heart and goals, why would we need God? In that case, he becomes the antiquated writer whose new stuff sounds like revisions of his old stuff. Although one could argue well against what I am about to say, and many have done so both overtly and covertly, it must be true:

God is Complicated.

The more brilliant the mind the more nuances it includes.
Like a master with his student there is so much more he has to reveal, but it sometimes feels like a betrayal of the principles of Lesson 8 to go on to Lesson 15.
His mind is like an immense cavern, going on infinitely so that the sojourner is lost in the darkness before covering 1% of the depths.
Even the path I have already trodden in him I fail to take in any more than a Grand Prix driver takes in the scenery as he races through the road course.

I grasp Picasso by recreating his works with paint by numbers. Unfortunately, I only have a pencil to work with.

​Forgive me for the blasphemy of over simplification.