Swing Away!

I like the idea of tapping into an infinite source of ideas. Who wouldn’t? Well, actually, all of us have some part that doesn’t want to tap into this, because it means always changing. But, it also means truly believing in all of the fixed dogmas. We need the rules, but the rules don’t need us; we are not doing the infinite any favors by being good little Christians. But we must do ourselves a favor by being truthful about what we really are, each of us. The infinite has done us the real favor by somehow becoming finite: entering into each moment fully. The particular man right here is enclosing and bringing alive every possibility that ever could be. The words I type are every one a grace and a gift: a little enclosure of the all.

We make better doors than windows. If Christ said he was a door, a gate, then none of us can scorn being opaque in relation to God. We are a door, shutting out the light that shines everywhere, in order to protect our sheeply nature. We must protect ourselves from the devil by forgetting, for most of our lives, God’s strength in us. This idea, that we enclose the all, should not be the center of our spiritual lives, at least not for most of us. I still don’t know where I fit in all of this.

These are delicate matters, and I am swinging my hammer.