All of creation is like a handful of dust thrown into a sunbeam. The dust revealing the sunbeam as much as the light reveals the dust. The play of opposites, creating a circus for the clowns, those duped into the lie of the fall or that they’ve unknowingly sinned because they dare exist. The Awareness that knows the dust and the light, being beginning-less and endless, affords the falling dust an eternity in which to agglutinate and dissolve ad infinitum into myriad forms for the enjoyment of anyone so inclined to notice it, i.e., those dust particles graced with self reflection. Just as the moon has no light of its own, we too are but reflections of the force that threw the dust. The unanswerable mystery that has the flabbergasted on their knees, the scientists in the labs and the evil trying to sell you God in easily digestible little packages with pretty ribbons.