When we point a finger towards something, do we focus on what we are pointing to, or do we focus on the finger alone? Throughout the ages, men, women and children have pointed to the truth of our reality, and we have worshipped their finger. As guides, they have taught us with stories, with parables, with puzzles and poetry, and with their own experiences of life and death, but we have become enamored of them and sacrificed their message.
Each guide has pointed to our inner divinity, our oneness with all life, and the centrality of love in our life. Each has given a name to our experience of love and given us a glimpse of eternal life. None has encouraged us to divide and hate. None has taught us to choose the deathly option of separating ourselves from others, because of what they believe. None has lost themselves in the message. None has been ashamed of who they are and made others wrong because of their self-hatred. None has shunned others in the belief that they were somehow better than others. None has denied their divinity, their oneness with all of the universe. Each has been a loving spirit, believing that what they were pointing to was enough.