We create, we take a space and fit into it. When we can no longer fit, when we lose sight of creation, of our ability to create, then we have no more choice than the wind in its path. Like an accident on the highway stops traffic as the drivers rubber neck the scene, life on earth has become one long rubber-necking episode as we watch our biosphere implode beneath our souls. It is time to see we are nothing more than a simple particle happening to find a chance, a particle clinging to the biology of earth, of our bodies. It is time to understand the needs not of the body but of time, of life as a particle in time, of a particle in a borrowed moment of expression and creation clinging to the walls of the biology on earth. We can follow the forms which preceded our moment or, we can create a island in the stream of time by which expression and creation flows eternally, passing from form to form in realizing self. We need to understand the delicate urgency in the cycle of change in our biosphere and become the directors in its unparalleled journey of time.
The present does not exist but for one moment, and that moment is never seen. For our time the present does not exist, the beauty is time becomes wholly what is always about to be.
Brian
