Glass in a Time of Fear

Here we are again. I’m listening for the future to send out a beacon. I’ve been polishing the mirrors on the telescope of my consciousness for any transmissions from beyond the chatter of mundane humanity. I just read an article about how glass has changed the world and may contribute to greater change still- largely due to its unique molecular amorphous constitution. It is somehow both liquid and solid, or somewhere between the two, and can therefore take on novel ingredients that can change its qualities and expand its uses. There is glass that bounces and may help repair cartilage in people with arthritis. Bioglass. The nearly ubiquitous element, silicon - of which glass is made- is one of the most abundant elements on earth-along with oxygen. Cell phones. Fiber optic cables. Reading glasses. Windows. Solar panels. Through this element, the whisper of light asks us questions about our intent, allows us the ability to relate, to communicate, to see, to generate - it insists we purify our will, our capacity for love, for the love that does, that helps. It takes the purest of glass to make the lenses that allow us to peer into the deepest regions of space, that may allow us to see planets circling distant stars. There is the lore of the human body as a crystal - as we purify ourselves, the light of the divine is able to shine through us. In the movie Kundun, the Dalai Lama says he is like a mirror. When asked if he is the Lord Buddha, he replies, “I believe I am a reflection, like the moon on water. When you see me, and I try to be a good man, you see yourself.” There is something to this mystery of light - in all its forms. The light that is slow enough to become matter and the light beyond the visible spectrum. All creation fluctuations of light and warmth. Meet the moon through the looking glass. We are a window, a lens. A vision waiting to be seen.