Death is the Road to Awe

 

 

If a seed could think, would it envy the blossom? 

Could it comprehend the vastness of the tree it will become? 

 

Would a seed sewing roots understand its deepening connection to an enveloping world of which it is but a facet?  What would a seed or a bloom mean to the tree?

 

We can draw boxes in which to take shelter.  We can limit ourselves to colouring with shadows, never straying beyond the boundaries of our perception. 

We can even frighten ourselves with delusions of dimension, believing that beyond the limits of our perception lies The Void.

 

But the world is not perception; it flows through sensation. 

 

The end of perception is the birth of realization. 

When the shadows fade, there is only light.

 

Death is the road to Awe.