We are, all of us, transients in a cosmic eternity.

 

We can see this in a limited way based on fear or we can see this in the immeasurably expanded shimmer of joy and light – intimating the true purpose and promise of creation.

In the limited way, based on fear, lies all suffering, pain and angst. The operative pun is lies.  Ever doubtful, ever dependent on the addiction to the idea of salvation from the limits of fear, this way manifests in the hurting those we portend to help – which distills, namely and patently, to ourselves.  The pleading and begging that come with fear give creative credence to hell:  a true standard-bound creation.

 

We can be a moon-like reflection, made in the image, with creative powers – ever loosing and binding – creating out of fear.

 

[living what we fear out of avoiding the mind-game eternal what we fear – created monster idea]

 

Or . . .

 

there is light . . .