Imagine if we had as one of our founding myths that we weren’t here as a mistake, we weren’t here as an illusion because somehow the universe screwed up, we weren’t here because we had screwed up – Adam ate the apple and, you know, now God’s pissed off forever more.
Imagine if our founding myth was: What am I doing here? That whatever I am, so loved the world that it poured itself in it, as an act of loving sacrifice, in order to redeem everything that was hurt, in pain, confused about my own human incarnation, which will allow me then to broaden and touch others.
– Adyashanti