Intellect and the disease of perception

There's something that scares me about the world we've imagined, something about our humanity, our sense of self and who we are to one another.

As little as three years ago my faith in humanity was absolute. I believed in an innate goodness existing within each of us, but what was once absolute is now hope and in our imagined world hope is but a mere sound bite, a means to win favor.

After the cataclysmic events of 9/11, a Light was cast upon the earth; its rays embraced every soul, individually weaving in and out, between and around the whole of humanity, illuminating our interconnectedness and shining its truth upon our existence... that we are, each of us, one heart.

But the Light that shone upon the world in that moment brightened our collective reality for what amounted to less than a second in the larger expanse of space and time. And despite other horrific events since 9/11, our global community has yet to truly understand its connection to one another, relying instead on intellect and the disease of perception.

Our world is a maze of delusion and its construction grows more and more intricate, distorting the existence of that one reality, and with it our connection to it and the greater part of ourselves. There is but one truth and one reality, to know this is to know purpose and the one heart that makes us whole.

Perception is the death of understanding purpose without intellect.