Prologue Part III- "Immortal Skin"

"But it is only a stage, an arrow that points inward, to the experience of God. It is not the experience itself; just as seeking is not finding, although we must seek in order to find. And if we seek the Kingdom of Heaven anywhere else, ("It is here!; It is there!"), how can we truly realize that it is truly Here? "Reality and perfection, spinoza said, are synonomous."
 
2 Corinthians 5:1-5
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2 Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, 3 because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. 4 For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. 5 Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God, who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.
 
        My earthly tent was destroyed along with my health and the posterior cruciate ligament in my knee, which has driven me to erect a new tent, on a firm foundation, in communion with all that is around me. This foundation, this tent; they are being built by the hands that molded the universe. They're being built of stone, bone and brick like a castle keep; rather than the hand, sand and straw that built the previous dwelling of mine.

"We do not wish to be unclothed, but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling."
        We feel this way because it was the first time that we were caught in deception; when we told God, "I was afraid because I was naked."
"Who told you you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?"

        Busted big-time bro. Funny to think in terms that all everyone is trying to do is find that place in the garden where we first decided we had to hide ourselves from others with our own version of fig leaf fashion. We are fancily clothed, driving in our fancy cars to our fancier homes where we fancifully dream of finding the fountain of youth. What we need to do is find the fraud that sold us our clothes, and the dressing room we used to put them on. There, and only there, will we find our true, immortal skin.