Choosing the Ornaments

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“At some point in our human journey, past our enamored entertainments, we make contact with the never-ending-ness of our state. We see the things that need doing not just the things we want to do. The need in another fits the need in ourselves. We are ready to begin, to awaken.”

Benjamin Alexander De Mers – Twitter Post – 10:18 PM ยท Aug 13, 2020

The human condition is perhaps the greatest of our conundrums. Granted there are many. Yet this particular one is singularly vexing. The subject of a startling number of works of our greatest artists, philosophers, and spiritualists, our condition remains a mystery. Such a fleeting existence within such indomitable permanence. The very existence of such a conundrum inspires awe, like standing at the foot of a mile high sheer cliff face that you are getting ready to free climb one painstaking foot or handhold at a time.

Faced with the unshakably inherent instinct that we go on, in some form, we become aware of the needful things, those demanding things that if they are not done everything will collapse into perfectly symmetrical ambivalence. We are antagonized by the wretchedness of our wants and how boring they have become. Ultimately we are faced with survival and the need to care for the things that need tending.

Our biology knows more than our temporary minds. The ancient memories embedded in our individual and collective DNA speaking in a shout louder than the mind can ever hope to muster. We wear interchangeable masks passed back and forth down family lines with families adding families until we are all one, inexorably mixed. Our gut wrenching enlightenment as we realize we are all each other and only time’s mixing of us like ingredients in a dish being served to the gods keeps us from knowing it from the start.

Yet, incontrovertibly and inevitably we break into the clearing, above the mind, reaching out to the Soul, overshadowed by the Spirit, where awaits us the shimmering finger of Supreme Being as It hovers over the painstakingly and excruciatingly prepared primordial waters of an emerging new being, Its child. To stroke the child awake and to hold the newly awakened, as that which we thought was life is revealed as inanimate. To this new living being, all things that came before, while remembered, are strangely immaterial. Before, those things that were unseen were immaterial, that which had to be believed to exist did not exist. To see was to believe. After, those things that are seen are immaterial and that which exists is not believed. To believe is to see. This is what happens when one passes from appreciatively dead to held in the hands of the Only Living Being.