075, member: 20602"]The experience of Divine humor fundamentally revolves around this eternal game in which consciousness plays hide and seek with itself.
It's the play of Maya, the dance of the veils (not the infernal inversion alluded to by Wilde in his
Salomé (Oscar Wilde, 1891)
or hinted in jesus' saying 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven,'
Or Hosea: "Because Israel was a child, and I loved him: and I called my son out of Egypt" (11:1)
Form, emptiness. Emptiness, form.
The eternal dance
Something you mentioned at the outset worth comment:
in the universe we are all equals more or less.
This is a very difficult concept for people to get their heads round, so imbued are we in the game of profit and loss. It's this principle which highlights the damage inflicted by the Seven Deadly Sins. For so long have we been inculcated by patriarchal hierarchy that tells us unless we are on top of the heap, we are at loss, it's how consumerism works ...
... there are so many spiritual lessons that point to this, you probably have your own abundance. One of the wisest sayings is the housewife/husband's comment: "a place for everything, and everything in its place" — if only we mined that for its spiritual insight!
The point is, that whereas the cosmos is a hierarchy, it's founded on love and delight, the whole for each and every part, and each and every part for the whole. We are each wholly human, and yet each but a small part of the human race, and so it is with the cosmos.
A friend of mine used to work for H.J. Heinz
The CEO was Jack Something-or-other.
If you were an exec director, you called his Jack.
If you were a non-exec, you called him Mr Whatever
And so it went on down the tree, with 'sir', etc., until the lower branches were you didn't speak to him at all.
Right at the bottom was the old boy who worked the arm on the entrance/exit from the car park.
He called him Jack.
Why?
Because Jack at the top has nothing to fear of the old man at the gate.
If only it were Jack all the way down ... if it were not about titles and ranks and positions on the company tree, but love and delight in the other.
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There is a parable in Christian Scripture, the parable of the Sower.
He casts his seeds. Some fall and are eaten by birds. Some fell on stony ground and failed to root. Others fell among thorns and were choked. The remainder fell on good ground, "and they brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, and some thirtyfold."
I have heard exegetes speak of this in terms of 'you must try harder', the implication being that everyone should bring forth a hundredfold. But there is a more profound insight. That the one who brought forth thirty, and sixty, and a hundred, produced a fullness according to who they were. No-one is at fault, and no-one is looked down upon for being a small part in a big thing.
As the poet said:
"... God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."
In the City of God, in the Cosmos, some are near, and some are far, but none is nearer nor further from God than any other, who stands in her or his own place.