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prismaticbleed03:32 am
of course the body is going to die. that's not the point. while we're in it, it's a temple.
the outer life matters ONLY because the inner life matters. this is where the "life has no meaning" debate begins.
"life finds its meaning in HOW you live it." 2008, I think.
but it's true. feeding this body will never keep it from dying. it will always need to be fed again. that's not the point. life is eternal. life CANNOT have endings, not permanent ones. it only has transformations. transmutations. death into life into death into life, over and over again, heartbeats on a cosmic scale. unending. exulting.
but in feeding this body, we practice compassion. we practice strength, courage, patience. integrity. healing. the victory of hope over despair and confusion and doubt and fear. we choose to love. we choose to live AS love, the infinite meaning itself. but we must be open to it. love IS. and so, for us to also be, we must be That.
life is ephemeral. that is the beauty and preciousness of it. it’s a tiny spark that is eventually snuffed out, but its brief little flickering timespan does not diminish its light at all.
remember what was in "a ring of endless light." the universe mourns every death, every closing door, just as it rejoices in every opening one. of course it does! there's meaning in that, too. it's sheer compassion. sheer love. yes, Life KNOWS that it is infinite and unending. but in time, in limited space, in personal fragile lives… death is a door that locks when you shut it. even if you know there's a grand open world behind it. until you, too, pass through that door, you cannot reach that greater world. and so in empathy, the universe mourns. and it LEGITIMATELY does so. it's not mimicking, or pretending, or guessing. no, that sorrow is genuine, because it is genuine for someone, somewhere. if even one soul, one single heart, feels that anguish, then the universe itself rings with it like a funeral bell. and so it is. holographic truth. as above so below, as below so above, as within so without so within.
that's what it truly means to be a system living in this world.
we bridge that gap with every breath this body takes. this vehicle of flesh and blood and bone, this sacred strange little thing, this awkward precious elegant beautiful terrible thing, this amalgamation of cells, this holy place… it is our home, in this world, on this planet. all of us, although we live and are elsewhere, are ALSO existent totally within this form. we live and are here, too. both at once. isn't that a thing.
we MUST live this way. remembering that this life is indeed limited, and fading, and ultimately doomed to finity. that's fine. that's beautiful, because that very fragility is what christens it as priceless. it is meaningful because it is such a brief thing, such a totally terribly undefined thing. or so it seems. really, it's the core of our faith-- the only meaning is love. love, love, love, inside and out and everywhere and always, unfading and unflinching and unafraid. true infinity. true eternity. isn't that a thing.
no matter what happens, no matter how long we live or how soon we die, no matter what we do, as long as we do it with genuine love, it matters. it matters.
and that is the only, and the triumphantly unquestionable, proof that we are real.
