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.
We always feel, do we not, that if some true note occasionally slips into our sayings, that it is the gift of some muse or a fortunate catch from the waves around us all.
“There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent.” R. W. Emerson
In the atmosphere there are fire flowers of luminous things. Billions of these flowers hover in the to-be-done regions, waiting for a body. The trick is taking on the ones that truly belong to us, and refraining from appropriating those that do not. There are many wonderful things hovering in the air that are not our work and for which we may not be suited. Many of these are of stunning beauty and have a Siren quality, hence the excitement and the danger, for contact with them tends to inspire action. We must find each days work within a universe of infinite possibilities.
God creates and man creates, and man creating well is most like God. We give ourselves to creation, finding there the true, most beautifully rendered forms. In this is sacred life, divine reflections finely drawn as well befits a soul remembering home. Not in music or in paint alone, but more in mind and in the spaces of the heart where all live who dream of times more like the thought of Gods.