Really How Big Are You

Sunday morning begins quiet enough to hear the seconds speed by on the clock on the wall and promises to close with a moon of celestial size.  Both these things seems to secure for me the Sabbath, quiet so that I might hear and cosmic that I might know my need for firm place.  Quiet is not a lack of sound but actually a lack of being, of being busy, of being distracted by attraction.  Quiet allows one to hear and often to hear only what is sincerely worth hearing.  As for cosmic one almost always hears when he has established his place in the universe.  The universe or cosmos is the greatest physical thing we know.  It can overwhelm us with its size and our infinitesimal minuteness.  In quietness this size disparity can become despairing.  That is why it is so critical for one to know one's place in the cosmos.  I believe only One Way can be received by humans in order to securely fix our ultimate importance in the vastness of what we know as cosmic space and that Way is securely celebrated on every Sabbath most likely in the quiet morning of its beginning.