This world is all worlds; this soul all souls. This moment is all moments; but occluded are such things from nearly all of us. The organisms here represent the organisms on all worlds.

The human form is not the ‘finest’ form here—rather it is one instance of the sum of all forms, and all other forms of life are thus, for this is the nature of the universe of matter and beings.

So it is that what is seen is not understood, because there is an occlusion in the mind. A forgetting of these things. These mere words do not encompass them, yet ecstatic adoration, embodied… may.

And sometimes, one may remind oneself or others of such things. In words, the reminder is largely useless. But in the depths of the mind it may resound, and loosen the occlusions that have long there held sway.