Called by us universe

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”  ― Albert Einstein

Thank you for your thoughtful and open-hearted comments on my last post. I am less angry now, though no less hurt, but more philosophically removed. That boy who shot those nine people as they sat praying in church is a profoundly lost soul. I am trying to rise above and release him to whatever karmic retribution will be his to face. He is definitely not who I imagine when I say blithely we are all one, energies flowing together like an ocean. My deepest impulse is to reject the notion that we could exist in the same universe. And yet I know this world crippled that boy. Failed him bitterly. Made him a monster. Put the hate in his heart and the gun in his hand. No mas. I am not big enough to take this on nor wise enough to penetrate the mysteries. I'm too impressionable, my emotional membranes too permeable. Perhaps that is why people forgive. They need to move on, to let back in the memory of good. This is me, moving on.