We journeyed through the wilderness, to the edge. We looked over. The philosophy and psychedelics and meditation had their moments, ripped away the veil. But it was easy to see the human wreckage around us, those lost in the fog, nothing to hold on to, the confusion and misery. The point of feeling all that infinite love isn't just to bask in it like a lizard on a rock, to derive pleasure. It's to realize what He did for us, even though we don't deserve it. And to do something with that knowledge that makes us worthy to take part in that glory. Generations have come before asking all the same questions. Some found the light and we can too. As the reading from Ephesians today says "Live as children of light" and "Take no part in fruitless works". There was never anything "New" about it.