Glorious. Critical angle sun spotlights the willows on the opposite side of the pond. The ducks’ iridescent green heads shimmer in the low-angle sun. For these moments the beauty of God’s Creation insistently interjects its reminders into the maelstrom of sorrow over the human condition.
There is this holy realm where all flows together, this realm in which life arises and individual consciousness flickers, then there is the human realm, lost in its machinations and contrivances, the serene flow shattered by individual conscious elements acting in ignorance and self-absorption.
The human elements of consciousness, buying because spending money is like a drug, buying for the sake of buying, buying anything bright and shiny and colorful, even if they already have three or four or five of that thing. These human elements of potential (even if not yet realized) consciousness, lashing out in anger at any constructive input that might encourage change, no matter how lovingly the input is delivered. These humans, blissfully unaware of each other, each making their plans with utter disregard for impact or consequences…..these dangerous, beautiful, infantile, precious children of God.