Martinus: Livets Bog, vol. 3, sect. 905

905. But this consequence is exactly the complete opposite of the subtle perfection and logic that life itself reveals as a fact to the researcher, and increasingly so, the more advanced or intellectual the researcher is. Does not every leaf on a plant, no matter how tiny, show such colossal logic or planning in its creation that the plant's organism as a whole has to be considered a veritable wonder? Out of the various materials and types of substances and soils of the Earth there emerges a plant organism as a wondrous revelation of colour, form, design and structure, spreading the radiance of its celestial being over all its surroundings and enhancing everything within its reach with its colour and scent. What would the Earth's colouring be without the great forests, the green fields and flower-filled meadows? Would not the host of small songsters in spring and summer be silenced? Would not the continents be lifeless, barren deserts if there were no animal life to behold them? Would not death hang like a dark cloud, where thousands of throats now rejoice, in cascading songs of praise, sent upwards, and where the vague sensing of multitudes of beings is directed towards an eternal father? In truth, there is nothing here that indicates that sadistic forces form the basis of the existence of life. And does not this become even clearer when we look back over the millions-of-years-long process it took for the Earth to come into being? Was it not once a "sea of fire", a world of molten metals? And was it not, still further back in time, an incandescent gaseous cloud, condensed from glowing mists? And were not these glowing mists the reactions of non-physical forces beginning to juggle with the two basic cosmic energies "gravity" and "feeling", that is to say, the heat and cold of the universe? And was not the result of this the animal world that we represent today? Did not the glowing, boiling materials become a world filled with animal, thinking beings, surrounded by heavenly sounds? What are the waves sparkling in the sun on the azure seas? What is the thunderous crashing sound as they break against enormous cliffs? What are the towering mountain heights and cavernous depths of the continents? What are the glowing Alpine peaks? What are the radiant colours of the morning and evening skies? What is the roaring of waterfalls and the secret course of the silent brook deep within the forest undergrowth? What is the call of the cuckoo, the song of the thrush and the trilling of the nightingale on a light summer night? What is the changing scenery of the seasons, indeed what is everything that we express under the common term "Nature"? Is it not the assemblage whereby a higher power has turned the cooled-down sea of fire into a dwelling for physical beings? Is not this one single continuous series of caresses, creating joy, admiration and well-being in all the inhabitants of the Earth? Are these not the very phenomena that have stimulated or created poets, artists, authors and scientists? And is not this same Providence equally abundant in providing bright sunshine, light and warmth to the animal beings within its domain? Do we not see that the woods, fields and gardens, in addition to being decorative, are in fact the prepared dining table of this heavenly abode? Cannot all beings be satisfied? Is there not room for all in the light and warmth of the sun? Cannot all in one way or another see Nature? If they cannot, it is not because the Earth lacks these desirable assets. On the contrary, its wealth of light and warmth, food and nourishment, as well as the beauties of Nature, are already present in abundance in proportion to the number of beings that shall live within its sphere. The metamorphosis of the sea of fire, the transformation of the flaming, molten materials, thus for the moment leaves nothing to be desired.