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The present..
What a magical but simple concept that we cannot grasp.
We cannot grasp what we already are.
We cannot create what already exists.
We cannot label or define what already is.
To define or point out such would be to belittle it; to try and contain the beauty and mystery of a flitting butterfly, to hold the immensity of the glowing sun, to paint a child’s laughter, to count and preserve the endless breaths we take that give us life.
Impossible.
We are life. Life is not separate from I.
How laughable to think we can resist, control, change or run away from life. To do so would be to deny who we truly are — we are life. So, laugh!
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