I came to a point where I encountered a long forgotten pattern of emotional self destruction. I would ponder how there is no one around me, and therefore, no one cares and no one is concerned about me. I would conclude that I do not matter and ponder all my insecurities and perceived inadequacies till I would feel so bad that I would physically hurt inside and become sick.
Upon contemplating the nature of good and evil in my understanding of the world, I came to the conclusion that the greater consciousness (the aggregate of systems) in its divine mercy has given me so much .. abstract wealth. There is so much in the world that exists because of nature of our environment on this world. Its been so conducive to our flourishing as a global civilization. There is so much, aesthetic quality , even in the ugly , even in the sickening stimuli that crawl to and fro in the nether regions of my sub consciousness. There is so much expression , freely given to man. It seems to me, that even in one who is suffering to an indescribable degree, the fundamental gift of the greater consciousness to man is our individual consciousness, our position as an element of the greatest element. Our place in the grand design , regardless of how small it seems ... is still a place given , our lives are each an opportunity to change the world forever. No matter how little man has , no matter how much suffering one goes through, there is still ample providence and fortune for our potential so much that to not reciprocate this generosity, I feel is inherently the definition of spiritual death. The greater consciousness has given so much at the risk of its own destruction by the elements that together and as an aggregate, determine its nature (us). There is a loving higher consciousness out there, that regardless of what we do , or how little we acknowledge its existence, still affords to us the opportunity to be immortal through our words and actions in our time in this world.
How can I sit idly by in complacent squalor composed of those emotionally stagnant patterns of thought that in the end, hinder me and do no good to others in this world. How can I do nothing for others, when the higher consciousness has set such a grand example of relentless compassion and altruistic affection for our individuality. Its true, I feel infinitely obligated to return the favor and reciprocate all that I have been given. I should relentless express the nature of my love for the consciousness and all it has provided for me.
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