The final tone sounds like a tripped out state of mind expansion – an edit is. But it’s more authentic to see the word origins of ‘cosmic’ as being ‘of the cosmos.’ When we are Cosmic, we are not separate or individual any longer – not from other humans, not from the stars themselves. We are ourselves of the cosmos; we are one with infinite vastness of all creation.
At its outer edges, the Cosmic tone holds a quality of endurance. We can feel the tinge of our next challenge: that which will become transcendence but it still edgy, touchy, unintegrated. When we are one with the cosmos, we are pitch-black emptiness with a dusting of sparkling stars. When we truly embrace life, we accept the open unknown of ourselves and others, and we treasure what beauty there is to behold, sparking the dark.
