Young children still have one foot in heaven. A nine-year-old girl emerged from a three-day coma to speak of a “tall and nice” lady named Elizabeth and her new friends Andy and Mark.
Heaven is not won, unless dropping the seed-shell of my public face is winning. Tennyson emerged from one of his trances to say that the loss of personality is the only true life.
Pioneering psychiatrist Stanislav Grof says there is overwhelming evidence to support the conclusion that “consciousness is not the product of the human brain.” Thus, we cannot ‘effort’ our way into heaven. Words and books may expand human intelligence, but they won’t make us wise.
Home is not a point on a map. It’s a state of being.
The scientist says, “There are 37 trillion cells in the human body.” The poet says, “I am large. I contain multitudes.” Both of these statements knock hell out of our belief in littleness.