In all the defining of bliss personally and collectively has anyone here ever thought to consider what bliss is from this vantage point?
A Rose is just a Rose
"No one can free himself from the belief in two powers and make the return to Eden until HE IS WILLING TO RELINQUISH his human judgments and look out upon the world with an unconditioned mind. The practice of seeing neither good nor evil can begin at this very moment with any object which comes within range of your vision or with any person with whom you may be confronted. In most cases, however, it is simpler to begin the practice with some object or person with whom you are not emotionally involved.
The practice might begin with a bouquet of flowers which may have been sent to you as a gift. If you have no preconceived idea of them, you do not know whether they are going to give you joy in their beauty or an attack of hay fever. Contemplate them, look at them; and if you see them as having power for either good or evil, you will be thinking thoughts about them for a long time to come.
Change all that and acknowledge that these flowers, in and of themselves, have no power whatsoever, that they are not good flowers, and they are not bad flowers. At this point, you may be willing to admit that they are not evil, but you may still wonder why they are not good. The answer is that they are not good in the sense that good is embodied in them. The good is in the consciousness of the individual who provided the flowers because that good is love. Love is good, love is invisible and spiritual. Love is the substance that sent these flowers to you, perhaps from a great distance; love is that invisible thing of which these flowers are the visible _expression.
If you were to call these flowers good, and then three or four days they faded and were gone, you would have lost your good, but inasmuch as their only value beyond a momentary sense of pleasure lies in the lasting remembrance of the giver--of the love that prompted them, of the devotion, the friendship and gratitude--it makes no real difference what happens to them. When the flowers themselves have faded and are long since gone and forgotten, still the good, the love and the appreciation of which they were the _expression, will remain, creating on the invisible plane an immortal and eternal bond between the giver and the recipient.
For this reason, there should never be grief over the loss of anything to which you have attached value, because the value of the object lies in that which is invisible and which prompted its coming into your experience. The real good is always invisible--it can never be seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled--and because it is invisible, it is intangible to human senses.
These flowers, then, in front of you are just flowers--beautiful, yes; nice to look at, yes; colorful, yes; fragrant, yes; but who says they are? Who says they are colorful or fragrant? Ask yourself, "Are they beautiful?" Then wait until you begin to perceive, "Why no, no color registers until those vibration touch my eyes and my mind interprets them, and then I know that the flowers are yellow; but they are not yellow, they are not beautiful, they are not fragrant until my mind translate these vibrations into beauty, color, and perfume."
As you ponder this, you will find that even the form of the flowers is not beautiful, in and of itself, but is beautiful only because of your interpretation of it; and as you sit there contemplating them, convinced that these flowers are neither beautiful nor ugly, suddenly into that vacuum which you have created will come the awareness of what it is you are looking at, and there you will find that it is much more than a bowl of roses, and you will be led to this conclusion: "Roses, roses, you are nothing: Using the unconditioned mind as an instrument, I* (this I* is God) created you in my own image and likeness; I* give you your color, form, beauty, and perfume. This I*, however is not the personal sense of "I", which can never do such things, but the I* which is God, that part of me which is my true identity, and it is that I* which has created these roses in Its image and likeness, and therefore they are not good and they are not bad, but by virtue of the grace of God they are perfect."
Gradually, it will be revealed to you that these flowers are the very form of God Itself,placed there in your room for some miraculous purpose, not just for the purpose of being admired for a day, but as a part of the allness and fullness and completeness of God in Its beauty and essence."
"THE THUNDER OF SILENCE"