Having established that my inner voice can flow freely here, I will go on to say what I wish to do next... more macro photography. I see in this small world a kind of heaven. Really, a heaven- perhaps the paradise wrapped up inside everything and simultaneously surrounding it, as spoken of in my favourite, The Urantia Book.
Just as mortals say that, 'All roads lead to Rome' and 'When in Rome do as Rome does'- the very sayings of Caesar's world; so angels say, 'All worlds lead to heaven' and 'When in Heaven do as Angels do'. (I think it is a crying shame that so few people will ever read this, but there you go... at least bits may make their way to other, more accessible sites... Certainly, God can hear me here and those who really care enough to look).
So have no fear; God's kingdom shall triumph... but even while that triumph is the stuff of legends and mythology, to be realised fully far in the future, you can see the reality of heaven, right here and now. No, you don't need to climb Mt Everest and enjoy the view from the peaks there... not to say that isn't exhilarating and beautiful. You don't need to dive deep in shoals of tropical fish, or even go to the greatest gardens ever made, mere echoes of Eden though they may be. No, you can see this anywhere, in the smallest of parks... parks being gem-stones of Heaven that God, in His infinite power, made sure would be available throughout the world. You can, with the right eyes, see it in the worst of places, hidden in the gloom and of course also in the best ones, too.
Look into a flower, deep within it, especially just after the rain stops and it still glistens with the dew-like raindrops that remain. Look into this, perhaps with some strange, suddenly gigantic insect making it's way around it... and you will see heaven. Heaven in a flower. And it is great, and it is vast. You cannot imagine the scope of it, the scale you behold. The colours, they are beautiful, wonderful, fantastic to the point of hardly being believable. See them, taste them, drink deep of them, for that colour is the life-blood of this universe, in a sense the ever-flowing blood of Christ in the creation... the beingness of it all.
If you stop blocking it, you will find it utterly unbelievable... and then you will be transported to another world, a more real world, the one we lived in in Eden. So quiet and peaceful. There is music, oh yes. The whistling of the wind, the gentle swaying of branches. Birds and fluttering insects... so delicate, so infused with higher meanings. Oh, it is all so real and all so near. Touch it and ascend... I guarantee that in this peace you will find memories that shine far brighter than so many others. You will see things that make you believe that there is a God, there is intelligence out there... such a rich intelligence, our heart pounds to be nearer to it... to the divine artist that could orchestrate such wonders... such wonders so near to us, so accessible to each and any one of us... bringing heaven right here and now!
So, in more mundane terms, I want to find time to return to the world of macro photography, in which mythic worlds rose up before me in the miniature, one moment after another, each a breath of eternity, each suffused with love, with all it's divine warmth and colour.
The Beginning (an alternative to closing with 'The End'!)