Man, Man is that inner, sublime entity. Shrouded within by years of neglect, nevertheless still enthroned above the realm of Mind and seated on the pedestal – seeing all things, but never truly seen.
Glimpsed from time to time when man hungers for a taste of his True Self, when he hungers to become the Governor of his flesh.
At such moments, the clouds part and the Divine is revealed.
It is intensely savored, breathed and enjoyed – producing bursts of creativity and ingenuity far above the average.
Only to be shrouded once more by the blinds of negativity, doubt and fear.
The Man forgets himself again, gets himself stuck once more to the flesh and its attendant cares and burdens.