Masterpiece

I am the painter, the paint, the brush, the canvas, and the images on the canvas. I am the masterpiece.
There is no end to the metaphors that can be created to help us understand how life works. Words are used to describe concepts and realities that are simply beyond verbal comprehension. At the level of true understanding, words are not necessary. What is a metaphor? We try to answer life’s mysteries by using words to describe that which is indescribable. All we can do is draw comparisons, and in effect this makes us define everything, ultimately, in terms of itself. These judgments we make, in order to classify and categorize everything in our world and in our experience, serve both to educate and to protect us. We can learn from the ways we categorize, and also cushion ourselves from perceiving anything that is outside the scope of our worldview.
I think my soul is with me always. It is in me, around me, over me, under me, part of me, and embracing me. I can’t even conceive of myself without a soul. It’s like air, or love, or God. It simply can’t not exist. It is. I am.
The soul is magnificent and powerful. It is part of All That Is. It cannot be shy or sensitive, in my opinion. That shyness or sensitivity is simply our egos playing tricks on us. The ego is quite clever at masquerading as our soul. Who wouldn’t want to be the soul? The soul is cool, the soul is awesome, the soul is everything. Yet we all long to be that which we already are!