The interesting thing about the human experience is how human it is.  From behind this curtain of biology we look out on the reality of God's creation and marvel at what we see and smell and hear.  But what do we really experience?  We see the world as our bodies tell us it is.  Our noses report baking bread, our ears singing birds, and our eyes puffy white clouds in the distance.  We feel the cool of the morning on our bare arms, and taste the dew in the air. 

And after a while, we begin to suffer from the illusion that it's all real.

We're like the smoker who, burning through two packs a day for twenty years, pushes a piece of food into his mouth and wonders what the fuss is... it has no flavor.  Everyone else seems to be relishing the meal, but it all tastes the same. 

And like the smoker, most of us don't realize that the bias is within us.  That the world is more beautiful, more wonderful, more glorious than we can imagine, but that we cannot know it, because we do not see our own limitations.  To us, watching the sunset is a just pretty painting of reds and yellows and blues, and not the progression of the universe in a delicately balanced, beautiful dance set to its own never ending music.  To us, who have never spent a day without a heart beating in our chest, it's just a muscle, and we don't give it much thought until it begins to fail.  To us who breathe without thinking, we fail to see the majesty of the atmosphere, the combinations of chemicals and gasses and water.

Let us, as we begin this experiment of Suicidal Christianity, attempt to cast off the flesh not merely for its sinfulness, but for its limitations.  Shakespeare wrote "There is more in heaven and earth... than is dreampt of in your philosophies."  Let us set aside the man, and attempt to see the world as God sees it.  After all, I am crucified with Christ, therefore I no longer live, but Jesus Christ now lives in me.

Once we look at the world through the eyes of the Divine, we discover beauty we could not have imagined.