"So, its all just a complex array of dancing points of energy held in place by intelligently arranged principles," interjected Indira. 

      I nodded with a smile. "Doesn't that make the universe a miracle?" I asked. "In real terms there is not a speck of matter in the entire universe. Everything that we call matter exists entirely as patterns of quantums of energy in motion, all intelligently arranged according to harmonizing universal principles. Even the electrons that give the physical universe its shape aren't made of tiny specks of matter, but are quark-like structures of energy in motion that fulfill the all-harmonizing design of the universe. It is actually infinitely more correct to say that the universe is a universe of Intelligence, than to say that it is a universe of matter. The universe is a construction of extremely intelligently arranged harmonizing principles, without which it wouldn't exist. And of course we know that this 'Spirit' of harmonizing principles is apparent at every level of the universe in ever widening spheres all the way to the functioning of entire galaxies. It stands to reason therefore that this all-harmonizing and all-pervading Intelligence that powers the universe, or IS the universe, is also reflected in mankind and mankind's humanity that are both a part of the universe."

      "But here profound questions arise," Indira interjected. "What came first, Peter, the universe or the Intelligence that is reflected in its design? Did the principles of the universe exist before they became expressed, or are the principles themselves the universe including the Intelligence that is reflected in the design of it? Moreover, did the Intelligence of the universe fade into oblivion like a spark of light into an endless night, or is the Intelligence that the universe is, forever remaining and forever manifest?"

      "The ancients have answered such questions with various concepts of gods and myths, especially here in India," I said to her. "Some have even taken it to the point of developing the concept of the One God, a universal Intelligence, the heart of a 'creation' without beginning and without end, which is still unfolding the boundless dimension of universal Intelligence."

      "So is there any point in all of that?" Indira interjected again.

      "I would say that there is," I said to her, "because the evidence suggest it. The tallest concept of God as universal Intelligence was developed by a New England woman, Mary Baker Eddy, in the late 1800s who defined the concept of God as infinite Mind, Principle, Truth, Life, Love, Spirit, and Soul, and she defined this complex 'deity' as our "Father-Mother God." In this complex term the sense of a universal Intelligence that is reflected in the design of the universe is combined with a sense of continuity, the mothering principle, as both being aspect of infinite Mind. In other words the universal Intelligence that is reflected in the harmony of the universe is not dead but continues to be reflected and is a part of our humanity, or our humanity is a part of it. The concept may seem esoteric, but the evidence for it exists in that the New England woman was able to heal by its means virtually every disease known at the time on a scientific metaphysical basis, and was able to teach the process so that others were able to do the same.  Her healing effect reflects the mothering aspect of infinite Mind."

      "Haven't we been celebrating the mothering aspect already?" Indira interjected. "Isn't it reflected in the way we've begun to relate to one another in our private celebration? The universe has made us a beautiful people in every respect, beautiful to look at, intelligent beyond any form of life that we know of, and capable of creating almost anything. We only fell short historically of the mothering aspect, the caring for one another and the healing of one another. But since you came that shortfall has been overcome, at least between us it has. What more are aiming for, Peter?"

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