Aporia - Blurb

It’s a beautiful thought – perhaps the most beautiful thought – that each of us contains, somehow, the whole universe, locked up inside our souls. Or, getting a bit religious about it – the idea that each of our souls is a droplet of the Great Spirit – a droplet in the ocean of God. Perhaps it’s at least poetically true. If we could somehow see the universe from the outside – the view from eternity, if you will – then I like to think that we’d see a perfect harmony – a perfect Oneness. It’s only because we’re creatures of time and space – locked up in this world of ‘the Many’ – that things seem flawed. But the One is, all the while, gifting us – giving grace to the world. All this is a mystery to us – we cannot know much, we can never see the reality behind it all – the way things and people are in and of themselves. But we are creatures with agency, and as such I believe we are responsible for making the goodness of the universe manifest here on Earth. If there is grace at all then we are the means of grace. We see some things as sacred – birth, life, death, nature, the changing seasons, the cycles of moon and stars. The sacred is not in abstractions – it is grounded in experience – it is embodied. So I believe it is right that we honour these things. Anyone who thinks about all this – who tries to look at the biggest of big pictures – they are my companions, they are my church. Thank you, my friends. Let’s try to bring grace into the world. Let’s try to be the means of grace, whilst the sun shines and we have this gift of life.

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