We live farsighted lives, always looking further on down the road and overlooking the only reality there ever is: now. We live chasing after and running from, hamsters racing on treadmills, always somewhere else while in fact, at least in physical fact, we are here now, futilely fleeing our own true nature. We never stay still long enough to recognize our own reflection. This is the central irony, the tragedy and the dark rueful belly-laugh of the human condition. It leads to all sorts of dire consequences, and it can also lead to salvation. Personally, my experience has been like a plane landing violently in a boulder field, tearing and rending from crash to crash until finally--stasis, peace. Those wings back there? - won't be needing them anymore.
"The heart of things is at peace." N.M.
"The world you think of is in your own mind...it is touched by the real only at the point of awareness, which can only be now." N.M.
"The heart of things is at peace." N.M.
"The world you think of is in your own mind...it is touched by the real only at the point of awareness, which can only be now." N.M.
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