All manifest and un-manifest universes glow like little lit lanterns strung across the firmament of night, itself a figment of the light, and beyond that, more light into light, no longer an earnest rehearsal for light, but light itself, which is love, and more than time or space can hold, our own innocence and natural truth. Even in this dim harsh density, it shines forth as the immortal font of wisdom, radiance, and bliss — our fundamental condition and divine inheritance.

Why then, how then, can we ever feel alone? We feel alone because our native connection to the divine light has become obscured by the pressing business of living in this objective world, contracting our vibration down into the seeming solidity of psycho-physical boundaries. We can’t find our way home. In the very midst of this calamity, however, there is something interesting we can notice. Appreciation is possible, and genuine appreciation leads to gratitude.

After the tightness of physical embodiment, we can appreciate so much more vividly the open spaciousness of our immortal freedom. In this humble circumstance of materiality, we can come to appreciate who we really are, by directly experiencing what we are not. We are here to learn to appreciate love by experiencing non-love. We learn to appreciate our connection to the divine, the source of light and love itself, by experiencing the illusion of separation.

The only truly sane thing to do with this life then is to expand our perception of our prior connection to the luminous divine, until all obscurations are seen through and discarded, and what remains is this immediate Presence, this eternal love. We can little by little or all at once, relax into that and be taken, taken by that which lives us, loves us, now and forever, Amen.