April 25 (Earth) Liber LXV, Cap. I, v. 34-36
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**34. Thou seest yon petal of amaranth, blown by the wind from the low sweet brows of Hathor?
35. (The Magister saw it and rejoiced in the beauty of it.) Listen!
36. (From a certain world came an infinite wail.) That falling petal seemed to the little ones a wave to engulph their continent.
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Such beauty is seen from above, from those not entangled in illusion, from the consciousness that abides in that which approaches the eternal. Through all the muck we may experience in our daily lives we, understandably, get caught up in our physical ails, our emotional stirrings, intellectual knots, and our struggles with what we desire against what we have.
Seen from above the fray the "little ones", the multitude of men, are traumatized by the mere falling of a petal of a flower. Such a small instance from the standpoint of eternity can be catastrophic to a continent of beings. From this I take a reminder of a lesson that life and death are changing points of a line stretching infinitely behind us and infinitely beyond us. My life, for all the importance I give it, is one grain of sand in a vast beach and it is important I think to remember that though actual experience may not be up to par.