Life plays itself out on two levels. The one is breath and blood and heart, the other is thought and feeling and understanding. A fatal damage may occur to either. If to the first then life is over; if to the second then what remains of life - all your days - may seem like an open coffin. However, Love might not give up on you. It might choose to place a flower on that satin bed. Then, though hope and trust appear to be gone, the miracle of new life or of life sustained takes place. I believe this is true. Even if someone dies with all hope and trust lost, that flower may still be placed there. It may happen at the moment of death - many stories attest to that - or, I believe, it may happen after. The miracle of new life or of life sustained will take place at some point.
This fact indicates the vital relationship between the two levels. On the one hand we don't know why death, illness, accident take place; on the other we feel it is essentially connected with the inner impulse of thought, feeling and understanding. Loves gives meaning or restores the balance - by that I mean the force which creates or sustains both levels. By its intrinsic nature this force is miraculous - we wouldn't be here if it wasn't. At its most outward level it may make the dumb man speak or the blind man see. Only - we've grown so far away from understanding it. Faith is what binds us to it. But faith has grown like a very long arm stretching further and further away from the miraculous.
What separates us from the animals? Truth. The ability to apprehend truth. This ability gives us the means to overcome all divisions. Unfortunately, the faculty to divine the truth has been largely replaced by the process of rationalizing phenomena. In other words a faculty has been supplanted by a process, 'divining' by rationalizing, and the truth by phenomena. The verb 'to divine' is very little used nowadays. It accurately expresses our relationship to the truth at a human, non-animal, level. It contains the notion that truth is a treasure which is not so easily discovered. Ultimately, I believe, it embodies our relationship to the divine itself. As such it is the means by which we arrive at the flower laid on the white satin bed. It is the force which rekindles faith.
Truth can be as great or small as you like. It can be the smallest wave of a great ocean. That might be the wave which makes you take off your shoes and bathe your feet. It is the wholeness which brings your feet back to life again.
Jay
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