Black diamonds in the sky
Tract 1: Black diamonds in the sky
With regard to the dormant powers of man, there is much more unknown than known. Yet a distinction should here be made, that is to categorize man in two disparate entities, mortal man and immortal man. Mortal man is that which you see in the mirror, an artfully concocted collection of bones, flesh and blood, bound together into a cohesive unit for the benefit of corporal integrity. By default we are all born mortal, yet some break out of this shell and before death secure for themselves immortality.
To be sure, the flesh dies regardless. Flesh can be likened to a drop of rain that contains a certain unity of water. Death is what occurs when that drop of rain hits the soil, disintegrating the “drop.” The immortal man is like the dew from that drop, that returns to the heavens in gaseous form. Thus is the physical body like the drop of rain, where the soul is the very substance of water itself, immortal and transcendent. Here is a fatal assumption that should be done away with, that which states that all men are immortal - nothing could be further from the truth. Immortality is attained by merit, it is the earning of a gold ring, the purchasing of a plot of land. We are born much like animals are, with only the potential seed of immortality. In some this seed takes root and blossoms, while in others the seed dies in its shell, having never gotten its offshoots into the soil. He that lives for and by the flesh dies for and through it as well. He that cultivates the higher arts of the soul reaps sevenfold and establishes his foundations in the heavens, he will reap black diamonds in the sky.
Have you seen these diamonds? Walking over a long and wide stone bridge, these dark purple diamonds glow with an internal light of their own, and pin the clouds to the sky over the bridge pass. These things are hidden, entirely out of sight to the mortal man. Mortal man knows only of the basic necessities of life, never perceiving the soul is designed, indeed built for much more. Mortal man never lives, but merely exists for a day. The evanescence of the rainbow in an afternoon sky greatly outlives the tragic existence of mortal man, for in its brief existence it blinds the earth with magnificent splendor, then goes the way it came without agony. Mortal man is unable to perceive the luminescent beauty of life, the immortal and the infinite, the indescribable and the countless, for the mortal mind is concerned with numbers, with compartments, limitations and with censi.
[excerpt from Subtle Splendor of the Moon]
