Rolling in Ecstasy

What causes you to roll in ecstasy? I know you know the kind I mean. Like a favorite dog squirming through a perfect tummy rub. Or a cat (they don’t really roll) stretching after a thoroughly satisfying purr.

Ecstasy is an amazing word. It comes from the Latin ex- which means out of, and stasis which means place. When you are ecstatic, you are actually out of place. That bugs me. How is it that ecstasy is something we want then?

Stasis, as I’m sure you know, is the basis of our word static. The emotional equivalent of static is security. I’m here to tell you that there’s no such thing. That’s right, NO SUCH THING at all, ever, anyplace, in any time, whatsoever, EXCEPT . . . within.

This quote from Franz Kafka astonished me—I ordinarily associate him with darker ideas than this one:

You do not need to leave your room.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
Do not even listen, simply wait.
Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary.
The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice,
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

Here is an out of place place to be considered a prime destination. Genuine, bona fide, real, permanent security is to be found in that out of place place within you known as the Divine Spark. There is no place to go but here within your most precious self to find ecstasy.

As the world rolls in ecstasy at your feet, feel free to join in.