As much as you bemoan the relative life, still you choose it, and you would not give it up. Life is like one of the love partners you argue with all the time, yet, when it comes down to it, you love this person, and you wouldn’t be without him or her. With life it’s the same. No matter how much you complain about it, let’s face it, you are crazy about it.

You may not rise to each day with alacrity, but sooner or later you rise. You take your shower and put on your clothes for the day. As you go out the door, you rub your hands and wonder what wonders today will bring. Perhaps this is the day when you will find a diamond on the sidewalk. Your step quickens. Perhaps this is the day that the world, or someone in it, relishes you and shows you how magnificent you are. You do a hop, skip, and jump. Perhaps this is the day you do a great deed for someone, and you put your hand over your heart. Who knows what today brings? It is not cast in stone. Steadfastly keep letting the day know what you would like from it.

The life you live is a page-turner. What will happen next? Sometimes you can’t read it fast enough. Sometimes it is so overwhelming that you have to sit down and rest your eyes a while, perhaps review a little, perhaps skip ahead a few pages, hoping you can get a hint.

You may even skip to the ending, even though the pages are blank, and you don’t know how many pages your book is going to be. The pages are not numbered. Life keeps you guessing.

Even when the book of your life takes a detour, you don’t want to put it down.

Sometimes life seems to be a friend that you can always see later, but the truth is you cannot skip a day. You are pulled along just the same. The world turns, and you turn with it. We can say that you are in a cart of the world, and the world inevitably pulls you with it.

The only respite from the world is to go within, beloveds. This is where life is really happening. The relative is a hodge-podge often. But within is a bubbling river, ever flowing sweetly. The debris on the surface doesn’t affect it. This is where your treasure lies. This is the Kingdom. Within is the Author of your story and within is the point of it.

Your life exists on many levels. You spend more time on the surface level. The surface level seems all important to you, but it is, after all, only a level.

Within lies gold. Sometimes you are on the surface and the golden level shines through. This is when you have a spiritual experience of the kind you so desire. It is not more of a remarkable experience because it appears on the surface. You may think a surface event offers some kind of proof. When you are immersed on the level of the ever-present gold, proof is the last thing you are thinking about.

In order to have a top layer of a torte, you have to have the underlying layers. Why would life be any less than a torte?

Or a soup? When you dip the ladle deep into the pot, that’s where you get the meat. The broth at the top is wonderful, but reaching into the depths yields more.