Victorio, there is an almighty awareness.
One almighty awareness.
A thinking, compassionate awareness, of which you are a part.
Infinitely kind. All-knowing. All-loving. Distant as the furthest mote of dust in space, yet as near as the beating of your heart. Here and there, before and after, always and forever.
And whensoever you should call unto it, it answers you by name. Or "Dude...."
Just like that,
The Universe
Victorio, you couldn't be more important. Not even with a awesomely fabulous dream house. Not with ten.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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