This, our world... is a virtual desert, but not because the earth herself is infertile. Rather it's because we -- human consciousness itself -- are barren: we bear no Light, let alone the Child within us... meant to be born out of its abiding Presence.

As we awaken, one thing becomes clear about our suffering, and our endless struggle to bring it to an end: by ourselves we cannot complete ourselves, anymore than a puzzle has the power to assemble itself. So that whatever we're tempted to do, plan, or become to make ourselves whole must belong to a lower level of self that seeks what it does to avoid seeing its own incomplete nature. There is...

Truth is Imperishable; its timeless kingdom is untouchable. Therefore, the more truthful we can be with ourselves -- especially as concerns our present level of being -- the more we enter into a living relationship with Truth's Imperishable realm... wherein (we too) become untouchable by the "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," and find ourselves beyond the ravages of passing time.