“ The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves. ”
The beauty of the creation is that the ugly and the beautiful are always together. What is filthy and what is sacred is always together.
Why is there so much misery if all creation is a perfect job? It is such a perfect job, that it gives you the opportunity to be whichever way you wish to be
Such is the paradox of creation, that God exists as the Soul of all men, creating and supporting them, yet does not Himself become entangled with them. And human beings, although saturated with God, are overcome by cosmic delusion and made subject to birth and death
As a human being, you know suffering not because creation gave the suffering to you. Creation just gave you the freedom to make whatever you wish to out of yourself
If you live on the surface, you just live as a piece of creation. If you go to the core, you are the very creator himself.