A human being is a part of a whole, called by us a universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest … a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Everything has been thought before. The essence of it, if not verbatim. It’s all here waiting for us to be discovered again and again. Every brilliant thought, every bread crumb towards the truth has been laid before us in a never-ending feast. This never-ending undulation of the Divine expressing itself, and discovering itself on repeat.
At this stage, Source can’t be surprised, but we can. And in our forgetfulness, the delicious feeling of those moments of re-discovery, is the honey. This game our spirit plays with our human, all of its twists and turns and subtle nuances, reveals the never-ending love session of the universe; we are but a shiver of delight upon infinity’s skin.