CONFOUNDED, THOUGH IMMORTAL...

"Nine times the space that measures day and night         
To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew, 
Lay vanquished, rowling in the fiery gulf, 
Confounded, though immortal..."

 

For many years, I have been very enamored with the idea that we are all each bits of Spirit that has splintered off and fallen into Matter.  To me such a hypothesis rings true.  For a lot of spiritual beliefs, there is this reigning dualistic thought that Matter is "evil" and Spirit is "good".  On one hand, I want to say that this is an oversimplification of what's really going on, but on the other, I know that the more that one speaks of the inexplicable, the farther away from Truth one strays.  It is what it is.  And so life is some amount of questioning with some amount of acceptance, some amount of judgment with a an equal measure of mercy, and some amount of certainty along with some amount of mystery.  This is what keeps life interesting...