I rested in the earth plane gazebo of my backyard sanctuary on this peaceful, early morning in June, being suspended in the pre-sunrise dawn while noticing the brightening skies to the eastward horizon. I was contemplating how large the Monadic universe of the Second Logos was - that which Theosophy says is the duality coupling the manifest with the unmanifest, and the passive with the active aspects of Creation.
While considering how vast it would have to be to fit all life and all things, visibly into it, I looked out over the field in my line of sight. I was just gazing off into the distance; to what I thought were the limits to my sight, some half to three quarters of a mile beyond the periphery of my yard. I was just studying the nearest obstacle, which became the meandering line of trees bordering the river banks of the river whose astral name (to me) was, "Argotuk" (Blue River). Above the tree line in the slowly brightening day, I could clearly distinguish some thin wispy stratus clouds that sprawled across the entire plane of the whole north to south sky. In lifting my gaze even higher, I could see how these thin wisps began to fade - in places - to the softly growing brightness of clear sky behind them. It was like a half concealed battle going on, where brightening skies worked imperceptibly at vanquishing the starry night of only a few moments before.
An optical illusion was beginning to take shape before my eyes. Its effect was one that I was familiar with from very early days of my childhood, and one that was typical of the planet Haumbo in my heavenly domain (see : "The Book Of Keymo"). However, this illusion was far surpassing the "relatively" smaller illusion to which I refer - that one, where only sea and sky had merged. This illusion was upon the grandest scale, for before my eyes, in the stratus layered sky beyond, I could see the star field "arms" of a massive galaxy that reached into an oblivion of light. The scene arced all the way from the zenith in my field of view to the landscape that surrounded my resting place within my sheltering gazebo, the backyard, and this planet earth upon which it is grounded.
These galactic arms began to take my attention, and I visualized the various areas of which my view encompassed as being the entire sweep of activity in the domain of God. That which was beyond my gazebo, my backyard, my scenic view from earth and all of the stratus clouds fading into light, had now but merely delineated the entirety of His expanse. It was an outline; a distinction of all that counted in the "positive" space of visible objects. And that which was represented by the layered clouds reached into all the depths of comprehension that existed in me at this time. Where the clouds faded into the clarity of sky, was merely the farthest comprehensible reaches of what had heretofore manifested from the depths of Infinity. And in the depths of this visible distance, I could easily see that the larger galaxy merely housed an innumerable collection of other "smaller" galaxies whose count had become so profound, that they could not be comprehended in numbers like so many glints of light. But rather in their inestimability, had become the fuzziness of distinctions such as in the collective of an infinite pool. Infinity loomed before me like the vapor standing out in this morning sky.