Children of the Precipice, it’s time for authenticity, not pose.
To heal a part, you must love the whole.
As a participant in this beautiful immensity, I don’t feel insignificant, I feel fortunate. With each breath, I’m as near as the apple and worm, and as far as the most distant star. We’re intimately related and uniformly blessed, part of the same miracle.
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