When you stop and think that we are what stars are made of, that we are from Earth and walking on Earth we are in the sky, you see there is a passage there for fictional space we want to explore and reach. So really, the human mind does not tire from curiosity over the laid out heavens in our dreams or pleasure sought moments of being satisfied.
We know that all of our senses are one. They are working at the same time, and give the body it's knowledge that we react, just as any system reacts, and any part of our external lives, such as, government, schools, people in general, they all form this kind of Oneness of what the human body does. So, really all physical universe is based upon an individual, and in the larger context, there is a mimicking of that singular repose in everything we experience.
The relation to Jesus Christ for us at Christmas is that every creature on Earth starts as a baby. We get to see in our own lives just how important it is to have a beginning and a supposed end for our time here. We never know, that our days are numbered, that there is time in a bottle, and that it will all stop upon our death. And then there comes this vast nothingness, lights out, all thoughts and feelings. The light of our souls is the only thing left.
We know that all of our senses are one. They are working at the same time, and give the body it's knowledge that we react, just as any system reacts, and any part of our external lives, such as, government, schools, people in general, they all form this kind of Oneness of what the human body does. So, really all physical universe is based upon an individual, and in the larger context, there is a mimicking of that singular repose in everything we experience.
The relation to Jesus Christ for us at Christmas is that every creature on Earth starts as a baby. We get to see in our own lives just how important it is to have a beginning and a supposed end for our time here. We never know, that our days are numbered, that there is time in a bottle, and that it will all stop upon our death. And then there comes this vast nothingness, lights out, all thoughts and feelings. The light of our souls is the only thing left.
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