Reading of the cosmic, of the transcendent, we may sometimes imagine that it is all above us, hence impractical. We read of Deity and man, and why is Deity mentioned in the same breath as man, and why the talk of links and relations that bridge the cosmic and particular?
We live, if often unconsciously, by profound integration with luminous angelic powers. Our acts and best thoughts and words are born of subtle living currents that bind the small and great, and each finely wrought thought is a note that calls to higher beings. This admits of no picture of man alone, with skull-confined synapses and weak isolated flesh. Rather, we are participant-builders, magicians of light. At least we are so when not stumbling into things, when not divorced from the memory of our source, when not distracted by the trivial clamors of the world.