"There is no human being alive now, nor who has ever lived, that has been able to express the Infinite in any fashion that even begins to approach the nature of the infinite; as finite creatures, we simply lack that capability. The only part of our nature that borders on the infinite, aside from the presence of the hidden mystery within us, is our imagination, for it too has no finite limits. The imagination only seems limited or finite to those who lack true strength imagination.
In the imagination, we can see the presence of a "deifying" factor in mankind; the fire of Divinity; the factor within man's psychic constitution that allows him to be a creator, to exercise creativity, to conceive of numberless possibilities for himself and his world; the very factor within him that leads him to dream of fulfillment, of betterment, and which allows him to imagine a way out of the double-bind of his suffering condition.
For man lives and suffers not like the other animals suffer, but with a sense that there is an injustice to his suffering; something in man cries out against his suffering, his discomforts, his bondage to what he perceives as limitation. Even though he cannot find the seat of this indignity, something in himself seems to view itself as apart, or above or beyond anything that he encounters, and cries out against the injustice of suffering with fear, anger, disgust, and sorrow.
Man cannot find the "soul" of him that he imagines he possesses; the "soul" that must be the immortal factor crying out against the anguish of the mortal, yet he is sure that it exists; science dissects the world into countless particles, finding no trace of a soul, and still, suffering does not cease, nor man's feeling that an inconceivable and profound mystery within him or near him persists, which is not constrained nor limited by matter, appearance, perception, or rational analysis.
Again, only the Infinite answers this question- itself perhaps the question of questions: the finite could not exist without the Infinite; they are not separable. Nowhere can the finite grasp the Infinite, but the finite's every attempt to do so does not lack the presence and power of the Infinite.
Humans have struggled and battled to label and define the Infinite, to trap it into scriptures and ceremonies, but when a concept such as the Infinite is approached, no positive finite action can be used to master it; any attempt to grasp it only pushes it further away; any attempt to define it automatically fails; any attempt to chase it only causes it to recede faster, like a person chasing their own shadow.
But silence and stillness can avail humans of some success in this Ancient and Fated relationship; "Not-doing" becomes a new manner of "doing", through paradox; by not attempting to grasp the Infinite, one can feel its all-encompassing and unmoving presence; by not trying to label it, you have automatically given it the only label that our minds and beings can give it that will hold any Truth; Silence is truly the only thing that can be "said" about the Infinite Mystery; silence is the best and most perfect human expression of the Infinite, and silence is in all places, even amid noise.
Within the mind, silence can be brought forth not through positive effort, but by a sort of passivity that is always within the power of a human. When you cannot do, you can always "not do". And therein is the key.
By not chasing the Infinite Divine Mystery, it presents itself to us, as a companion, like our ever-present shadow in the sun: as the mystic Meister Eckhart once rightly stated: "If you do nothing, absolutely nothing, then God has no choice but to enter you."
-Copyright ©2003 from Gnosis Kardias