This world is at a tragic place in space-time. A fledgling rock adrift at the crest of a wave spiralling from here to eternity along with everything else in the infinite multi verse. If there is not an intelligence so omnipresent, so infinite, so incomprehensibly diverse and vast, that of a singular universal expression of itself, of every impulse, every photon, all energy in every form as one at once, in concert with itself before during and again every moment forever meeting in a great glowing white-light Taurus embryo only to be instantaneously pulsed out beyond - into the darkness of becoming, then, this must be mere happenstance, our consciousness as one consciousness existing within, among, at every moment as perfection. There is no escape to becoming. There is no object but one perfection. All is one and one is all.
To avoid such topics is to resign your right to engage the Universe and receive teachings found only in silence, a knowing that words cannot express. -A.N.
