Which is the greater fallacy — that we can know what is coming, or that we can be prepared?
For the latest news, see the cutting room floor.
Nothing dies. In its own time and at its own pace, everything becomes something else — the leaf, the cloud, the body, the star, the stone. What we see is a graceful dance and fleeting references to energy.
We claim we are able to meet any challenge. Here is one: to say nothing negative, and to harbor no negative thoughts.
The question is not, Who started the fight? It is, When will we choose to end the violence in ourselves?
If you would see justice done, understand that there is no need for justice where there is love.
November 22, 2021
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