Nothing is important, and everything is important. To the human mind, however, some matters are more important than others.
Death seems singularly important to you, and yet there is no death. I know this for a fact.
Even a tiny thing is important to someone somewhere.
In a desert, a blade of grass is a treasure. In other places, a blade of grass means yards of grass to mow and, therefore, a burden or perhaps a livelihood.
This goes to prove that everything in the world is relative. To many or most of My children, the idea of the world’s not being as you see it, is hard to swallow, for in so many ways you think the world is fixed and inviolate. You and the world are changing every moment, often back and forth, going here, going there, and not certain at all. Nevertheless, you think you know what is truth and what is good and what is bad, and so you judge every day. Judging seems to be normal for you.
You may agree that it is better to judge not, yet you judge left and right. You are certainly judging yourself and others. Sometimes you condemn. Sometimes you applaud, yet always you are trying to sift the world into good and bad, favorable or unfavorable. To live on Earth often seems like a double bind.
