See God        (face to face)

     How strange to be a human. How strange to be a pulsing organism with fingered limbs, teeth, and a rectum. I’m in this body but I am not of it. Every so often I rise out of the pilot’s seat, step back, and silently observe the circumstance and trial it enjoys and endures. Its fate will necessarily be tragic from the perspective of its ego. What has been done will come undone and largely be forgotten. Companions on the journey will all be lost to their own demise, whether before or after. No dream can last.

     For all the waves of drama, for all the suffering balanced by joy and exultation; through millenia filled with both love and hatred, war and reconciliation, through so many unmarked centuries, the planet spins in silence, the universe continues unabated; all are oblivious to the endless illusions of humanity.

Our true identity is hidden by and within this body, brain, and self.  At death when the illusion of our invented identity falls away with bone and tissue, our true identity will emerge.  In the end, and all along, we are simply awareness and vision, without name or meaning.

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