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The story doesn’t change when we pretend it was all an illusion.
The story doesn’t change when we get addicted to transcendence and float above it.
The story doesn’t change when we feign forgiveness and resolution.
The story doesn’t change when we confuse dissociation with expansion.
The story doesn’t change when we tell ourselves that there are no victims.
The story changes when we own our pain.
The story changes when we are truly seen in our suffering.
The story changes when we work it through to the lessons at its core.
The story changes when we heal our heart.
We are made of story- there’s no shame in that.
The illusion is illusion, itself.
Either we work through our story, or our story will work through us.
- Jeff Brown -
@ProfFeynman
I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think.
There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.
Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.
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