He saw the Divine Majesty in the Heavens and identified within himself the infinite poverty of the Earth. His brain is inflamed with glory and his heart filled with shadow. He prides himself before the magnificent spectacles of the High and suffers the misery from below. He wishes to communicate to others how much he has apprehended and felt in the contemplation of unlimited life, but he can not find ears to understand it. Notice that Love, on Earth, is still the joy of closed oases. And, breaking the bonds that bind him to the narrow family of the world, the man who awakens, for the greatness of Creation, wanders on the Earth, like the misunderstood and misguided traveler, a pilgrim without a homeland and without a home, feeling infinitesimal grain of dust in the Celestial Domains. In this man, however, the acoustics of the soul are widened and, although the sufferings that afflict it, it is upon him that the Higher Intelligence are building the spiritual foundations of Our Humanity.
Do not know how to give without receiving, can not help without complaining and creating the demand shock to others, collects other shocks ever new misunderstanding and discord, with few possibilities to help and assist.
As I promised, I am putting on line a text that will serve with "food for the spirit. This is because, I know from personal experience that sometimes we slow down in the walk, I try to give something that does not come from me (I would not know how to do it, but it is available for download and at the end of the text the book will be available for download). Good reading. 1 - THE MAN BEFORE LIFE In the twilight of civilization in which we are heading for the dawn of new millennia, the man who has matured his reasoning overcomes the frontiers of common intelligence and awakens within himself with questions that burn his heart. Who we are? Where do we come from? Where is the station of our destinations?At the margin of the path where he journeys, the dark splinters of the lying idols he has worshiped appear, and as sensations of weariness come to his sick soul, the longing for the higher life stirs the recesses of his, the living brazier of the ideal under the thick layer of ashes of disenchantment. He resorts to wisdom and examines the microcosm in which he dreams. It recognizes the narrowness of the circle in which it breathes. Observe the minute dimensions of the Cosmic Home in which it develops. He discovers that the Sun, the mainstay of its erratic planetary residence, has a volume of 1.300.000 times greater than hers. He learns that the Moon, insignificant satellite of his home, is more than 380.000 miles from the world that serves as his cradle. Neighboring Planets evolve very far, in immense space. Among them, stands out Mars, distant of us around 56.000.000 of kilometers in the time of its greater approach. Stretching the perquiries, besides our Sun, analyzes other centers of life. Sirius overshadows his greatness. Pollux, the imposing star of the Twin, eclipses it in majesty. Chapel is 5.800 times larger. Antares presents superior volume. Canopus has a brightness eighty times greater than that of the Sun. Dazzled, he realizes that there is no vacuum, that life is a patrimony of waterdrop, as much as it is the essence of immeasurable sidereal systems, and, haunted by the splendor of the Universe, the man who undertakes the laborious task of discovering he himself turns to the ground to which he immerses himself and asks the love to respond to cosmic sovereignty, within the same note of greatness, yet love in the environment in which he lives is still as miraculous in tender unfolding. Confined to the reduced consanguineous grouping that the group of temporary interests that adjusts or compose to which it provisionally fits, it suffers the restlessness of the jealousy, the greed, the egoism, the pain.