The Mythology in a Cosmology of Light #22: The Gift
The stranglehold, even though vain, is real.
Because of it, the wonder of the trillions of quantum-level multiverses dancing on an edge of light will be lost. Because of it, the chant of the billions of atom-based equilibria seeking to express their 108-fold joy will remain but a murmur. Because of it, the creativity of the fourfold molecular pathways seeking to embody leaps of life will remain stunted.
That which could have been, will not be now, but only after the battle has been waged, and only after the ever-present priest has traveled into the depths of the bosom of his space-time-energy-gravity sister a million times, delivering fire to the antecedent gods and goddesses, until they become convinced that life truly wants to embody light.
That after all is the gift of the terrible stranglehold, itself conceived in the deepest layers of light where all is held together in a prophetic and propitious embrace.
Matter and life have to endure, to grow, so that a billion diamond faces can fully express overwhelming beauty in every play in time and space.
