Perfect Union
In order to form a more perfect union what are the means to do so? What tools are available to mortal man which will enable him to overcome his own failings, his own sense of self-importance in order to rise above all else so that the Great Maker can be more fully embraced? What is one to do to move beyond conception and into a realm of reality where good deeds become common as well as noteworthy?
The mind of Man is suffering, of that there can be no doubt and just in case there is all one need do is to sit quite a quiet spell in some quiet place and listen to the presence of the Great Maker. If all that one hears is the roar of one’s own thoughts then the proof becomes self-evident. If all that one hears is the sound of the environment, then the same applies. If all that one hears is that which reaches the ears, then what more perfect bodily union can there be?
Where the spirit meets the flesh it is generally understood that the flesh becomes kind. Where those things of, for or by the body become supremely important then it is to that same degree that distance is created away from the Great Maker.
But what exactly is the Great Maker? Is it God? Is it the counterpoint to Satan, that evil dastardly foe we all love to hate? What exactly is this concept that we have of the great some thing.
That about wraps the totality of this concept up - a great some thing which lies beyond the borders of our minds and well beyond the understanding of physicality. Is it possible to know this great something? Is it possible to narrow it’s focus of intent in order that we may comprehend it’s nature according to our limited scope of understanding?
In comparison, Man comes up short, very short. The mind of Man, though fully embraced as being something marvelous and of great depth, is quite limited in relation to that which lies beyond it’s well protected borders. In relation, we nurture the conviction that that which is greater is greater. From here to there time and space are created in order that we my move from one point to another. This is all fine and well but the Greater Maker does not move.
The Great Maker has no such limitation as time and space as these things are but creations of it’s movement, it’s stirring. We, as Man, are merely travelers in the stream of consciousness.
But what is consciousness?
The medium in which our own character, our own personalities survive or take root is called consciousness. It is the canvas where the painting of Man comes alive. As we act upon this stage of life and living we create experience and through the acquisition of knowledge we endeavor to grasp the totality of who we are. Of course it is an impossible feat but don’t let that stop you.
As each brush stroke of death and birth are fully played out, we accumulate and in this accumulation we take comfort that we ‘live’, that we have meaning the depth and breath of which fully embrace. In this embrace which comes so easily we gather unto ourselves every last bit of experience - all those events in which the personality intertwines itself with in order to produce the desired effects.
As little Johnny in the school sandbox will exclaim, “I’m the president and you all have to do what I say!”, experience unfolds. “This lifetime I shall be a doctor and get filthy rich!”, “A pious monk will be to the benefit of all, so shall I be.”, “I just want to be left alone, to pay my taxes, obey authority and do as I am told.”
There is no ending to the cast of characters available in the costume room.
Eventually, especially once we begin to run out of characters and the combination thereof, we start to look beyond our own limited sphere of endowment, our own tiny thing call our universe, our reality - or to put it plainly, our sandbox.
After playing in our sandbox long enough we tend to look around for someone else’s sandbox to mess with. And once we tire of that we begin to look beyond all sandboxes in their entirety. Inquisitively we begin to extend our attention from near to far. In this progression of attention we eventually take note of perplexities.
Who created the playground? Why did I decide to play in my sandbox to begin with? What am I doing here? What else is there?
Related PagesChildren learn as they grow up and once they begin to undertake the responsibility of adulthood, they begin to take on it’s mantle. Does this mean that we are all children in the Great Maker’s playground? Does this mean that there lies something beyond that which we have previously defined through barriers and delineations?
As children begin to leave the nest their universe crumbles and gives way. The only choice then becomes which route to take next? Do we create the conditions whereby another playground but with different characteristics comes to the fore for our enjoyment or do we take stock of where we are and contemplate adulthood?
In the greater Universe there lies something for everyone. No one will be denied their some thing along with the time and space in which to play it out.
