Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
The day is conscious of itself.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
