It’s a peculiar fact that in its highest sense the emergent self, spirit and meaning of your reality manifests itself as something like love. What you are is not a thing, but a set of relations and identities connected to an abstract meaning, which feeds back into the symbols that form it, that themselves become vessels for the spirit itself. A tree, a present, a wreath, a string of lights, are nothing. Yet they are at their best alive with something, with meaning that in its uninhibited form reaches to the very highest places in the human heart, to this love that is you.
