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Chapter 4 - The Case of Super-AbundanceThe next morning ushered in our third day on the island. By the time I awoke, the sun stood already high above the trees. Its fiery disc had just cleared the slope of the mini-volcano that had created the island that we were on, who knows how many eons ago. The air at the beach was still cool that morning. A few sea birds were making their rounds, looking to find a breakfast. It appears there was plenty of it in the sea, all ready made; all freely available for the entire reef dweller community; all presented with the greatest generosity by the designer of the universe. Even the insects were well cared for. A flowering tree marked the location of our camp on the endless seeming beach. The flowering tree reflected the same idea of the superabundance of life. Each blossom became a breakfast table for a host of invited guests, and when the splendor of the banquet had run its course, the graceful pedals were simply discarded. Some already littered the ground. The idea of hoarding and looting that Adam Smith has spread across the world under the mantle of Greed Based Economics that blankets the world with darkness, seemed so utterly ridiculous in the sight of the radical superabundance of life that we would experience if we cared to. The potential that we have as human beings came to light as something so vastly rich that it would seem utterly wasteful in the eyes of the presently starving masses of humanity if we were to let it unfold. The resulting profusion of good would then seem as wasteful as that of the tree that let its profusion of color, when it was no longer needed, simply fall onto the ground. And even then, there wasn't a need for any starvation. I located some of the seedpods from the previous season under the flowering tree, which the remainder of flowers would all become in due time. I found the same superabundance reflected in the seedpods. The new pods, some of which where already forming, I realized, would each be filled with millions of seeds, every one of them perfectly formed and carefully protected, until the time would be ripe for their common release into the wind. Each seed would then have its day. In contemplating this superabundance, I remembered Erica's optimism for our human world. I found the same superabundance reflected in what she had laid before me as the potential for our human world that can be as rich, if nor richer, than anything we had yet seen, if we would but care to embrace it. With this thought, Sylvia came to mind, and I saw the same superabundance reflected in her. Every hair of her head, every cell of her skin, every thought that unfolded into a smile, all added up to a symphony of grace, beauty, and splendor that made our world sparkle in that light, like a precious jewel. She reflected the light of the superabundance of our human Soul, the divine Soul, the very Soul of the universe. She came to light as an idea of that universe of superabundance in which each minutiae is upheld with infinite care, by principles that we can barely imagine but were becoming profoundly aware of by their creations of grace, beauty, and splendor. And all that is literally laid before our feet, I had to acknowledge. It is laid before our feet like the greatest performance of the greatest symphony that humanity ever presented to each other. When the baton rises all the care of countless rehearsals is history; all the soul-searching by the composer; all the research by the conductor with his intimate knowledge of the colors of the instrumentation; all come together into a marvel that even a human being can barely comprehend. Yes, I saw Sylvia as such a symphony of intricate color and a beauty that matches the beauty of the Soul, and so I saw also Indira, and Olive, and Ross, and everyone else. Tony was wrong about our four weeks on the island. They couldn't possibly be boring. We had a whole world to explore that lay before us, that we had barely opened our eyes to. || - page index - || - chapter index - || - Exit - ||
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