Variations on the Theme of Joy
A squiggle of purple flowers on the cart caught my eye. Maybe it was the intensity of the color, or the energetic waves of the petals, I don’t know. But all of a sudden I felt as if I were seeing the world through the eyes of Vincent Van Gogh. It all seemed so passionate and alive.
“How many ways can you paint a flower?” I wondered. “Or an insect, or a bird, or a baby, or a tree?” Think of the countless variety of colors, of shapes and sizes even one species comes in. This is no cookie-cutter world we live in. It’s a veritable banquet of sensual delights.
Think of all the colors the human eye can see, the range of sounds our ears can hear, the vast array of textures and pressures we perceive, the fragrances, the tastes. The countless variations astound the mind. And still, what we sense is only one small slice of what’s there. Whole worlds dance outside our senses’ capacity to perceive them.
I read once that when we pass onto the next dimension, we acquire additional senses and so perceive an even more complex and intricate world. And as we move through eternity, we gradually acquire greater and greater capacities to experience the magnificence of it all. Then, after billions and billions of years and a sojourn that wends its way through universe after universe, we’re finally large enough and strong and pure enough to see it all, and to see that it’s always new, always changing and never ever ends. And so we erupt into songs of joy that flow endlessly through all creation.
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