No Boundaries exist, where none can be defined.
The maps of the Father hold no such lines, no separation, no definitive points of location to stand upon, to chart a destination, a center is found in every direction.
In the beginning was the word, the Son, whereby all things are made through thought, identifying the story of our lives, plotting the coordinates that intersect the dimensions of reality, as they become the paths that we define.
One must crucify the Son, to see the Father, to sacrifice the image we have created of ourselves, to allow reality to rewrite itself, set free without thought, recognizing heaven as part of reality, not something standing above of it.
– Josh Fleming
– Inspired by Alan Watts, The Wisdom Of Insecurity, pages: 140-141