Our lives are a whole other thing.
They're haphazard and cumulative and all bets are off.
If we call ourselves out, lick our wounds, and then stand up and look around, with the true intent of perceiving only what actually is, we unknowingly become honed into our simplest most essential self. We unintentionally become rendered into what we can just be.
If we call ourselves out, lick our wounds, and then stand up and look around, with the true intent of perceiving only what actually is, we unknowingly become honed into our simplest most essential self. We unintentionally become rendered into what we can just be.
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