We should be vague as seldom as possible about it. Vagueness, like waves of cloud and color, may entertain those who observe a star, but pure light bespeaks transparency. Like intuition, to perceive what makes perception possible will ever remain illusive yet the enigma reveals our freedom: where does our awareness come from, why us at this time, why once, why the universe, why love, freedom, evil – the enigma only ends when we do, and perhaps not even then. We do not and cannot know everything, indeed we know very little. Spirit is the life of our aspiration not to know but pry open our awareness, and if we wish to embrace and praise it, our song, our wing, our truth, our life. Spirit is the river to wisdom: knowledge the experience of the voyage, love our companion, suffering the wreckage of all we’d value before we reach it.


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