The Honey-Clay of Life
We can go on the “inside,” taking occurrences on face value and see insanity and play with that, enjoy the outrage and how much more clearly we can see, than they. We can telescope back and see our specie’s growth and play, see shadow and light, getting lost and discovery. The banker is maya and plays with maya, the honey-clay of life. With it we create all fields, its contrast is brahman, which is to say, nothing. We can celebrate the peace of nothingness. We can celebrate the honey, the bitter and the sweet. And we can spit it out. All of it is perfect as it is and as it is not.