Life is not random either. It is not accident. It is not a coincidence. How then dare I say there is no cause for all that occurs when, in the same breath, I say there is a Divine World that underlies everything that occurs on the surface called life. Come sit with Me, and see the view I see. There is a Greater than you have grasped.

You are accustomed to world logic and all its inferences. Logic is a very earthbound thing. Logic is stuck in the intellect. Logic says things must be a certain way, and not another. Logic bogs your mind down. Logic is limitation to a high degree. Logic is nearsighted. It is very detail-oriented. Logic is made of little strokes, confined strokes that suggest finality. Logic says that events have to be certainties and appear in certain ways. Logic says that everything must fit into its proscribed page.

Life has leaps and bounds that have nothing to do with logic. Logic is bound. It is bound into its short-sightedness.

Come sit up here with Me, and see the goldenness that I see.

Logic goes to the outline of life. Logic looks at the confines of what has been drawn. Logic neglects that which it cannot see. Logic does not ponder the imponderable. It dismisses it. Therefore, it misses the ball.

Life is not confined to logic. Life is bigger than logic. Much bigger. The whole does not go by the rule of one part. This doesn't mean that life is unruly. It means that the tail of the elephant is only part of the elephant.

The Unseen is richer than the seen. The Unseen is Vast. It is vaster than unlimited. In Vastness, limits are not even a consideration. Limits do not exist. The conscious mind casts its eye on the circumference of limits. It is like the mind says that the hem on a dress is the dress entire. The hem is only a hem. Where, I ask, is the logic in thinking that the hem of the dress is the whole dress? Where, I ask, is the logic in thinking that the world the conscious mind sees is the whole world? It is a fragment of the whole. It is a mighty fragment, yet a hem is only a hem.

What is the cause of a hem on a dress? Someone sews it. It is sewn. There is reason given for sewing hems. Hems serve a purpose. Yet a hem is not a hem until it is sewn. It is a hem because it has been sewn. A hem has a certain identity. Hemlessness has identity as well. What is the cause of a hem or hemlessness? What is the cause of details, beloveds? Like hems, they are sewn. Like hemlessness, they are not sewn.

Whatever happens in life, happens, or it does not. It happens one way or another. A road is laid out one way or another. What is the cause of the road? It was built. What is the cause of a different road? It was also built. Yet, how can it be said that the building of the road is its cause?

I am sometimes referred to as the First Cause, and that means you are the First Cause too, for you are imaged in the Mirror I look into. The light of Creation burst into sight, and you see sunrises and sunsets, and leaves in trees and shadows. All of this scene you see is light. You see by light. You love by light. You live by light. And the light of love is cast.

When there is Is-ness, where is there prior? When there is Is-ness, where can cause exist?