“Wrapped in the Clothing of Matter”
Real life is beyond matter, and matter only clothes it.
We are great beings, and slowly may become aware of other great beings, though we are all wrapped in the clothing of matter.
Look at the statues of marble or wood, without life and without seeing eyes, yet they are wrapped in clothing, crowned with gold, made as if they are the gods or beings they represent.
We also are those statues, and our eyes look blankly out to the world beyond us, unseeing, cold and empty, when we have not awakened the spark within ourselves, before we had begun to seek the truth of the soul and her purpose.
How do the statues come to life? By belief that their representation can somehow hold the presence of what they imply.
By invocation that the being beyond matter may be called into activity, to be housed there in the confines of matter and from there to act and be.
We also, in our own material aspects, show the symbol and perpetual beauty of the soul in humanity.
For even this lowest of the most mundane is animated by resonance into a simulation of the most high.
Here and now, in time’s great widest of cycles, we are home to all the Gods, all the Forms, all of wisdom. Kneaded again and again, through so many immeasurable eons, matter nurtures all as the base of being and becoming.
We wear our clothes in beauty, knowing that the matter which is honoured by this divine presence has participated in the greatest sacrifice of all.
More of my notes on Plato study here, at Riffing on Eternity.
Apparently we are divided from the animal world with humour and costume, although having said that I have seen animals display humour and of course some animals use changes in their coats to disguise themselves in their environments, but we do take it a step further. (English spellings)***