One upon a time there was a
forest where the birds sang by day and the insects by night. Trees flourished,
flowers bloomed and all manner of creatures roamed about in freedom.
And all who entered there were
led to Solitude which is the home of God who dwells in Nature’s silence and
Nature’s beauty.
But hen the Age of
Unconsciousness arrived when it became possible for people to construct
buildings a thousand feet high and to destroy rivers and forests and mountains
in a month. So houses of worship were built from the wood of the forest trees
and from the stone under the forest soil. Pinnacle, spire and minaret pointed
towards the sky; the air was filled with sound of bells with prayer and chant and
exhortation.
And god was suddenly without a
home.
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