Charlie and Snoopy show the way

And so we find our peace. We will accept the function God has given us, for all illusions rest upon the weird belief that we can make another for ourselves.

Our self-made roles are shifting, and they seem to change from mourner to ecstatic bliss of love and loving.

We can laugh or weep, and greet the day with welcome or with tears.

 Our very being seems to change as we experience a thousand shifts in mood, and our emotions raise us high indeed, or dash us to the ground in hopelessness.


Is this the Son of God? Could He create such instability and call it Son? He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation.
 
All the images His Son appears to make have no effect on what he is. They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off.
 
Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.