Oh, how we needed the sun to light our Destiny! How we needed the cycles to drive our Choice! And we would martyr ourselves to fuel the hour, not realizing we could overturn the clock by simply shining here and now.

Life is death in slow motion, and death is life fast forward. What we call “real” is, in actuality, more like a reel spinning, a story projected onto the movie screen of this earthly plane. Spirit and matter are not enemies, as religious and scientific traditions would like you to believe. Matter is spirit solidified to let you dream yourself real, and spirit is matter liquidized to save you from the reel of your own dream. They are married for all eternity. That marriage was made flesh in the first man, Adam.

The beings in this egoistical world assume that “holiness” is greater than all else, and we seek its greatness beyond the Adamic threshold in the name of spirituality. We build huge, holy temples and monuments to depict Adam as small and insignificant in God’s eye. We conduct wars to belittle and demean Adam, mocking him as a frail, mortal mold who conceded his power to the devil. But he is so much more than that. He is the marriage of flesh and spirit, the point—the atom—at which heaven and Earth converge.

Adam is like the sun, a reference point in a universe with no top or bottom, no physical end. He makes sides and directions possible. He is the miracle of The Finite born from the womb of The Infinite—the miracle of The Definite born from The Indefinite.
Humans can journey from the sun searching for greatness, but without its light, they will be left with no way to measure it. This greatness is within their reach if they don’t trade what they know for what they don’t know in the name of God and a promised paradise—if they don’t exhaust their definite nows for indefinite tomorrows.