Friday, November 27, 2009
I wonder how anything in this little place can be of any more significancs
to that which is everything.
If one proton of one atom in my body has a billion solar systems in it's being and one place there less than a speck of sand has beings living on it and they are made up of the same thing as I or I am made up of it because the speck and the me are one thing, inseparable except by my casting it out but I am all things so when I cast it out there is no place but back in to me it must go to be mixed again in an ever-changing, roiling mass of energy as known by me but which is unknowable to the speck. The total is me yet the speck is me. I do not want to kill myself, I only want to let the speck change to my benifit. My purpose is only to be and the only battle should be against that opposite, not to be. Perhaps Shaky Spear had it more right than is given credit except to be or not to be is not the question, it is the answer.