Occasionally I breakout of jail if only for a few minutes. In these rare instances I am drawn out of the prison of my own mind. I do not know when I will be provided a tool for escape (like a file in my birthday cake). Often it is a chance conversation in which I see someone I care about who is even more deeply existing in a dungeon of mere thought than I am. They take great pride in their thinking ability as if there is not a universe of possibilities beyond their small world. They treasure their mere thoughts as if they were an expression of the ultimate truth and the highest achievement of life. May God bless their efforts and keep them focussed on "whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. And the God of peace be with you." (Ph. 4:8-9)
But Charlie Wonders if there isn't in me a level of consciousness far deeper than even my highest thoughts That is when I am motivated to examine the cracks in my prison wall hoping to escape the prison of my narrow, custom-made thought patterns. There, to my amazement, I discover my most genuine self, my very essence, the Image of God, the Christ in me. Here I see an expanded awareness of what is real. It feels like home. All around I see wonderful open space away from my noisy thoughts. I sing, "Free at last, thank God Almighty, free at last."