We all walk in Vicious Circles. The saying that we are all born equal is total nonsense. We certainly are endowed with equal potential, after all, we are individualizations of “One God”, or a single Amorphous, Infinite, Energy, possessed of Infinite Creative Potential.
But that’s the limit of our equality.
Otherwise, it would be like saying that all racers have the same car, therefore they are equal drivers. Not so. The race began far, far in the distant past. Yes, billions and billions of years ago. In fact, the Energy which gives us the awareness of Life, of Self, is eternal. It has neither beginning nor end. But what It can do is to metamorphose Itself into endless diverse forms of expression.
Endless. Infinite in number.
And not all equal.
In fact, as different as possible.
Diversity is the sole purpose of life. You and I are unique individualizations. Every one of us. Life expresses itself in every bird, every fish in the sea. Every mammal, including human.
There is only one Energy of Life, expressed in endless variety. In both: flora and fauna. There is divinity in every flower, in every blade of grass. In every butterfly that alights on a lowly petal of a common weed.
There is only one Life. And Its Potential is inherent in all that lives.
And then there is WATER.
This great equalizer serves to illustrate how the Universal Laws work. First, they always tend to restore equality. It flows to the lowest level. It is just as comfortable as a liquid, as ice, or as steam. Sometimes it is even more rarified by becoming merely humidity.
Divinity is like water.
It always finds its lowest level.
And divinity is within you, hence, also
Water is also of major importance to all living things; in some organisms, up to 90% of their body weight comes from water. Up to 60% of the human adult body is water. According to H.H. Mitchell, (Journal of Biological Chemistry #158, Dec. 2, 2016), our brain and heart are composed of 73% water, and the lungs are about 83% water.
And talking of brain, it brings us to my Collections of VICIOUS CIRCLES.
You have my wife to blame for them. She suggested that I jot down the whispers I hear in my daily contemplations on paper, or on today’s “paper” better known as the laptop. I cannot really take credit for them, as they came to me from the unknown, we refer to as the unconscious. Some of them became novels, some poems, other non-fiction attempts to define the reality in which we live.
So you can accept that you are just a bag of water with a few chemicals suspended in it. Or you can accept that your physical body is no more than a temporary abode which you can use to fulfill your dharma.
You be the judge.
And then, please, share your thoughts in a (brief?) review; to assure me that I am not just talking to myself.
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