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334 pages, Paperback
First published June 10, 2005
How have I ever failed to realize the sun is God?
It’s from the warmth of the bright burning star overhead that all life grows on earth. Even in this blazing heat, that’s obvious. The lush woods back home, the grassy prairies, this barren desert—the plants, the birds in the air, the fishes in the sea, and animals on the land—all are incarnations of the light pouring down from heaven. And, in us human beings, somehow, that life has become conscious of itself and has begun to imagine the source of life is personal, like a parent. But it’s not. The personality is in us. Not out there.
Will felt a wonderful relief that the sun was not personal. This God he glimpsed had no opinions, didn’t care a whit about what he did, didn’t judge or condemn. God just radiated life… I’m always in the presence of God, Will rejoiced, weary with travel and dazed by the heat and brightness. Beauty before me, beauty behind me, beauty above me and beauty below me. All around me is beauty.