Once we were a small condensed particle, a pulsing cell within an enormity which was itself a mere fraction of something even more immense, something utterly unimaginable to the human sensibilities. What held us together, what lives us forever, was a mighty force of the spirit divine for which we’ve made up countless names, but here for the sake of plain speaking, we may simply call it “love”.

When that divinity (pure joy, irresistible shine) spontaneously achieved its maximum blissful intensity, the ensuing explosion flung us out into the vastness, forming great spinning galaxies from love’s own glorious excess. In the midst of this infinite celestial expansion, some of us merged and blended with each other, creating even more of us to illuminate the vastness of the velvet void with gleaming sparks of supernal radiance.

Why is it the that even as we appear in the midst of it, we invariably come to believe we are separate from the whole of it? Perhaps just to see what that sense of distance feels like, that imaginary contrast? When we close our eyes, it may even seem as if we are standing still, yet in the solar scheme of things we are moving at tremendous speed.

Each thought is like a stationary planet flashing by, barely noticed in the rearview mirror as we continue spiraling onward – one streaking beam of clear light effortlessly dissolving in luminous space. Without resort to any discernible reference point or focus of fixed identity, all our dreamy conceptions of being bound, trapped, or limited in any way are inevitably set free of themselves by self-obsolescence. Cling to nothing — that is wisdom. Cherish all, that is love.

Zooming down to the planetary playground, children chase and call each other in games of inspired fun, laughing freely, bursting with keen delight, completely unconcerned about how they even came to be. Maybe we too can try relinquishing our consuming demand for certainty and relax for a while in blessed non-locality. We need not waste another moment of this fleeting adventure and rare opportunity struggling in a chronic contraction of boredom, doubt, and discomfort, engaged in perpetual conflict with our own innate cluelessness. Instead, we can enjoy it as the gift it is, this life as it is, this presence which persists from heartbeat to heartbeat, breath to precious breath.

Even should we find the answer to every why and how, our souls may pine once more for that far country of not knowing. After all, is it not the lure of the Unknown which gives life its compelling attraction? Our curiosity brought us here to imbibe in this long-running Mystery, and so we return to form and its fictions again and again, until we’ve finally exhausted the storehouse of matter, energy, time, and space, and are ready for something completely different. Ready at last to come home.