There is the expression: "Pick up the pieces of life." Beloveds, there are no pieces. It's just that you focus a spotlight of your attention on parts. There are no pieces to pick up. Life is whole. Life is not fractured. It is in one piece connected to itself. There is no thread of life that is not connected. There is no one to whom you are not connected. There is no event that is not yours. There is nothing that escapes you.

When there is a fire in the fireplace, no matter what corner of the room you are in, the scent of burning wood reaches you. When there is a bouquet of fresh-picked flowers in the room, even when you may not have noticed them, the scent of the flowers reaches you. And if you do not notice the flowers in any way, they are, nevertheless, in the room with you. Whether you spot them out of the corner of your eye or not, you are the experiencer of the room with the flowers in it.

There is not a thread of life that you are not connected to. Helter-skelter, by whatever knots are tied or untied, no matter how many attempts to cut the adjoining threads and belief in separation, life is of one piece. Life may feel like a see-saw to you, yet the end that is up is connected to the end that is down. They are inseparable. The two ends are of one piece.

You are not a cog in the wheel of life, nor are you absent. You are a player whether you want to play or not. You are an important player. Upon you, the world depends.

You may feel that your vote is unimportant, yet your vote is of the utmost importance. Your vote casts weight. You turn the tide of life. You make a difference to the world in one way or another.

If life is a rope-pull, it matters that you pull. If life is a rowboat, it matters that you row. If life is a bicycle, you pedal it. If life is a feast to be eaten, it matters that you eat. Even when you seemingly stand by idle, you affect life. There is no escaping it, beloveds. You might as well accept the truth. You are an important factor. You cannot really be by the sidelines. No matter what, you are in the center of life, and you twirl a baton.

There is not a thought or movement of yours that the Universe misses. It catches every whim of yours. Let this not feel like a burden to you. Let this be spectacular. You, with or without words, have a great say in the workings of the Universe. You are of the utmost importance. The Universe does not miss a trick.

Life is not a stubborn mule, beloveds. Life is more like a puppy who follows you. How innocent life on Earth is. It is eager to please. It goes hither or yon according to the direction you lean in

Imagine, even if only for one day everyone stepped out of the past and everyone looked to the sun of love, what wonders would that day bring? Even if for only one hour there was love without distraction, what would that one hour bring? If only for one minute, would not the world stand on end? All that was not love would drop from the pockets of the world. Love would be known. Only that which is real would be known. And you would know Who you are and your place in the Universe.