"people got into the habit of slipping these bits of coloured glass over their inward eye and seeing things according to the colour and label of the glass. this we did, i was given to understand, in order to justify our inner convictions..now Mister God was a bit different from a flower. a flower that didnt want the yellow light was called yellow by us because that was what we saw. you couldnt say the same thing about Mister God. Mister God wanted everything, so he didnt reflect anything back!
Now if Mister God didnt reflect anything back, we couldnt possibly see Him, could we?"
-Mister God, this is Anna.
been reading this book, bernice's book. and it certainly contains very fresh insights and lets us see through anna's eyes to the process of her ponderings, to open up and dissect grains of truth through her explosive individuality.
but while intellectual authority may impress you powerfully, transformation begins only when you claim that piece of intellect. when you chew upon it and make it your own, then you can be in the middle of anna, the middle of God, the middle of life, the middle of joy, the middle of truth, the middle of emptiness.
isnt it funny how life's most complex concepts are illustrated through the simplest of words? humans have multiple, infinite points of view, since each person is entitled to his/her own perspective. but God has infinite viewing points, he is everywhere, all the time, and nowhere where there's darkness. because technically, God shines out in the light. light to God is darkness to us, because of the relative disparity. all the darkness in the world have no power to enshroud the glow of one candle.
loneliness in this world exists with godliness. because no one else sees through the same eyes, but Him who gave you sight.
didnt mean for this to be so rambling and introspective, some may think this is all crap, but it doesnt matter.
dreadingtheconfrontation,thedemiseofambiguity,wheretruthisuncovered,
outburstofdenialdejectiondemarcation,endofdiplomacy.nofalseimpressions.
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