If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern. – William Blake
We haughtily claim to have evolved well beyond our cave-dwelling forefathers, but in many ways we remain cavemen and women emotionally and intellectually. We hide deep within caves of our own making, caves which are cluttered by unforgiven indignities and defended by intricate emotional and intellectual trip wires.
Our highest vision reaches not to the stars, but around the next corner. In political discourse we envision not liberty, equality and fraternity, but stopgap measures to ensure solvency. In spiritual matters we are content to seek, but deathly afraid of eventually finding. How are the mighty fallen!
There is no remedy but to open ourselves. The universe is not finite, but infinite! Love is not curbed by hatred; it is boundless! Truth is not held in check by lies; it reaches unto the clouds. Life is not delimited by death; it is eternal! The forms life inspirits come and go, but life itself is everlasting.
Open yourself. Dare to be vulnerable. Come out from the cave and let the world see not just shadows of you, but the light that you are!