Some years ago, in a little town in England, a representation of the universe painted onto a museum wall caused quite a stir... The wall was a large one, and the depiction of the stars, space, our galaxy, and our own planet's teeny tiny pinprick of a spot in it, left many museum goers feeling insignificant. Expanding their minds to such extensive proportions without a corresponding personal sense of connection to the whole led many to feel isolated, alone, powerless, and devoid of purpose.
Suicide rates in that small town shot up astronomically.
Facing the reality of how small our bodies and egoic identities are in relation to the vastness of creation can be frightfully confronting. That's why we need a spiritual practice. We require a tool to pry us from our grip upon the ego's own small story of who we are - our day to day identity - and allow us an ever growing dose of expanded awareness, a medicine that will one day dissolve our minds into cosmic consciousness, the state of feeling one with all of space/time.
The painting on the museum wall amounted to seeing a snapshot of who we are when we're able to let go into the grandness of our true selves, a picture impossible to believe without first hand experience.
Spiritual practice then, can sometimes be described as the step by step journey of unclothing ourselves of the ego's identity, and allowing our naked minds to once more roam free among the wilds of eternity.
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