I am the tiniest speck of light. I am no bigger than a grain of sand. But in my smallness, I can see the vastness of where the infinite microscopic wraps around to meet the macroscopic. There is one stream that abides thusly, but there are many more. I am in this stream for now. The undertow is immense. I had a dream of surfing enormous waves, unconcerned about the undertow. When you are a tiny being of light inside the world of light, you fly about inside it as if you were swimming.
We are all tiny specks of light, and each of us has chosen our particular light source. One is the false light bearer, the other is the Lord of Light. Both appear to shine brightly from a certain point of view. You have been fooled if you have sold out your eternal birthright for the food of one day.
But, make no mistake about it–the false light bearer will try to sell you on his non-existent, illusory brand of eternity, if it’s eternity you are seeking.