Hi Earl,
I hope Derk posts here too, I love reading his work!
It occurs to me when I wander out into my yard, and look at all the wonderful flowers my wife has planted, how wonderful diversity is. True, they are all flowers and all of them need something to thrive. There the similarity ends, and I am grateful that this is so. The Zinnias seem to like the sunshine, and my wonderful rose bush is growing like mad on the south side. The impatiens like the shade and are fond of a little extra water.
If there is ever to be a universal mysticism, I don't think I would like it to be an outer one. Maybe it already exists in our hearts because no matter what we think we see outside ourselves, inside we sense the beauty, the devotion, the stillness radiating from the many beliefs and practices.
I can make an argument that refutes Pascal's wager but fall in love with the devotion that spawned it.
If I tried to practice a whirling dervish I would probably hurt myself and several bystanders as well, but when I watch someone else do it I am hushed to stillness by what I see.
The list goes on and on, and as I walk through life's garden I am constantly amazed, delighted and fall in love with the essence of living over and over again.
This, I would submit, is universal mysticism, and the temple is the human heart.
Peace
Mark