H,
There is certainly no
denying that everyone’s fire will go dim at some point. The winds are up and
there is constant threat of drowning in the black waters of normal life. The difference
is if the fire will die out completely or if it will come alive again. That is
the choice before us all. This is the much touted free will of the soul.
In one great sense once you
give in to the utter reality we now call truth, there is no turning away from
it. It will haunt you as ghost or embolden you as spirit for the rest of your
life on earth. You can lapse but you cannot forget the first day the whole
universe made sense in your head and, more crucially, in your heart. It will
colour everything you do and you can no longer be indifferent about the great
argument about being. You will pick a side and you will be passionate about it.
It will make sense to you. There is an unbridgeable gap between the two
viewpoints: one points to beauty and poetry and a creator’s heart while the
other points to randomness and that dark abyss in pre-creation and takes the
story on from there with a different cause if not a different outcome. You can
see the viewpoint I believe in from my words. I know what you believe. We have
gone past all that.
The question becomes about
viability in the modern world. We are not prone to turning the other cheek or
giving over all of us or visiting prisons. Yet, that is not the problem. There is
work to be done to align us with the divine heart and we accept that. I think
the problem becomes how much work is to be done. This is when dismay sets in.
This is when serpentine logic taunts us with ideas of all things being equally
the same and no idea over deity more superior to the other. In relativity we
find the idea that our choices have no meaning and no bearing on real events. It
becomes like everything else: we choose what is most convenient because it is
all going the same way, after all.
This is where I think our
particular flame is in trouble. It is all becoming the same to us. There is no
difference between deep and shallow, right or wrong, before and after. We are
in the same game with the same end result. We have forgotten the fundamental difference
between trying to be someone and being who we are.
And do you know why I am not
so worried?

To realize this great flaw,
or any of the many still dormant or active in our volcanic hearts, is proof
that the fire is still on.