THE DIVINE IDEA: Imitation or Inspiration?

All death is suicide. All death is divine. Part of a grander vision. Not having come far enough to fathom it, will we ever?

Greater knowledge or understanding could destroy an entity that is still in its infancy, like over-watering a house plant. Over time its natural flow to take in nutrients and oxygen; expel scent or particular properties, will become harmed instead of nourished. Methods of preserving knowledge will forever be acquired and re-invented for generations to come.

Who believes in truth? Who pretends to relish the cracked husks of parched fruit? It is with will that a promise becomes truth, the future in the hands of youth. Look for the answers in your dreams, in your prayers, within the realm of your own alpha and omega. Look again, closer to heart than you can imagine, where the treasure that you possess, that you hold with slackened fist, is yours. Yours to share with the vista of eyes that look to you for guidance, for comfort and companionship. Your tribe will follow.

You will plant the seeds for great and gracious ideas, seeds that will flourish to heights you on your own and left to your own devices, could not have cultivated. Greatness spans the bosom of Thea-souls. They hold you close and allow you to fly. So high you brush the heat of the sun. Beware, do not get burned. Watching the prism of colour filter through your wide open heart spares the tears of mothers and boosts the pride of fathers.