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Size Matters


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We live in a thimble. We think of our grandeose physical plane and squished up brain inside of our cranium as the entire universe.  In reality, we can’t see beyond the walls of the thimble.  Plato’s analogy of the cave is a gigantic description of our limited existence. In our arrogant smallness, we puff ourselves out and live a pseudo importance of the misconception that we are all that matters.  We move from one point in space to the next, experiencing the world around us through more than limited senses. We see (in limited light spectrums), we hear  (limited sound waves), we taste and smell, but certainly not everything, and we can touch when we come into contact with something against our skin.  That’s it.  The rest of existence escapes us.  What does the world look like outside of the brain and our receptors?  The adage, “Eagle eyes” is a reference to the fact that an eagle can see a dollar bill from a mile away.  The hearing capability of a bat is a thousand times greater than anything we’ll ever hear.  Sound is so detailed for them they can navigate it in the dark.  There are 100 million colors in this world and we can only see one percent of them. We only have 10,000 tastebuds.  A catfish has 250,000.  Some dogs can sense cancer cells even better than our modern technology.  If we could comprehend everything that is in reality, outside of our minds, survival would probably be minimal.  Our brains function to not only allow a small portion of what is out there, in, they also keep a larger portion of what’s out there, out. We would have to wade through too much noise.

Every second we are living through unfathomable realities that we can never experience.  Consider math. Math has an entire story to tell about the invisible.  We see patterns in nature, we calculate them in motion and gravity.  Consider electricity, magnetism, light, heat, chemistry, radioactivity, subatomic particles, dark matter.  The laws of physics are written all over them. Math is everywhere in existence. The closer and more meticulous we get in physics and science overall, the more we see math. Some even say that physical reality is purely a mathematical structure. It even has a name; the Mathematical Universe Hypothesis.  We don’t see the math but we watch the world act on it. What we see is our tiny thimble and our importance that is, in reality drowned out by everything else that we are too meager to know.

We’re small in relation to everything else.  We can’t tell because we live in such a small percentage of space.  The world view calls on us to extend our intelligence to a bird’s eye view of everything that there is.  However, in our arrogant haughtiness, we make the universe our thumble.

When my children’s step mother smacked insults and psychological evaluations about me within earshot of my children, I’m sure she felt her thimble swell.  That little comfort zone around her universe could have felt very inflated in putting me down to size.  The truth is, she never knew me.  She was gathering her receptors from my children’s father and his filter was a part of his thimble too.  I never saw the monster they created in me.  Neither did my children, except the one that they got to first.  The others told them to stop.  In their words, they “drew the line in the sand”.  If he wanted a relationship with them, he and his wife needed to stop.  The one that was the most vulnerable didn’t speak to me for ten years after their magical words that went against everything God had intended in allowing me the privilege of being their mother. It was a thimble of existence that they lived, breathed, and polluted with dimming light inside of a closed plane of existence.  They not only turned away from the reality outside of Plato’s cave, they turned away from the shadows.  They didn’t consider the bigger picture outside of their own needs and feel goods.  How many of us really do?  When we praise ourselves for an A in college, how much credit do we give to ourselves? How much credit do we give to God?  When we land that job in perfect timing, do we appeal to luck and ourselves?  Do we understand the motion behind the plane that we will never see?  Do we ever see the spirit that moves between us and brings us all a world far greater than we deserve?

My ex husband and his wife is not the hero of their story.  I am not the hero of mine.  The story is greater than either one of us.  The story is bigger than any one of us can imagine because we are limited by our physical meteocrity, and we can’t see the vast majority of motion around us. We are limited by our senses, our space and time.  We are limited by our physical meagerness.  This is not my story.  This is not their story.  This is God’s story.

In arrogance, we will never touch the face of God in this life.  Only an appeal to humility can bring us closer to the truth and to Him.  The more we gravitate to our own greatness and praise, the further we get from God. Our purpose here is not for our own personal pleasure and ego.  Our purpose here is greater than that.  It is God’s purpose.  The closer we get to that reality, the more centered we become.  Only when we can look past the thimble of our meager world can we begin to understand the joy of living beyond ourselves. That is God’s way.  The gifts he gives us to walk through this world were meant for His perfection, not for our own egos. If we paint a picture that touches on the very breath of giftedness, we gloat.  If we write a song that even makes it as a one hit wonder, we swell with pride.  If we land the stock market and triple our money in a week, don’t we stand a little taller?

Little do we know that we are on God’s stage as He staggers us to and fro, watching our egos inflate with every break that He gives us.  To not turn around and find a place to put that tripled income toward a better world, is nothing to gloat about.  To not turn that song into a bigger world issue or to not turn around and take that high grade point average into improving something greater than ourselves, is our choice.  We are making ourselves an end in ourselves if our benefits from God’s gifts land within our thimble.  Really, we are a means to the end of a grander purpose; a universal purpose with eyes and senses beyond anything we could ever imagine.  We are here for divine goodness, not to further our egos and our triumphs.  We are not here to give ourselves a name, we are here to give the greater good a name.  We are parts of an infinite whole.  We are not whole in and of ourselves.

Size does, indeed matter.


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