When you see trees waxing and waning in the flow of the wind you have to wonder if they lose themselves the way we do. Is their reality constant? Does their consciousness ebb into something greater? Do they become us as we become them? After all we are all one in a cosmic pool of uncertainty… Or do they hold the key to certainty? What is it that they know that we don’t? Is our intellect a handicap?
Posted on Friday, 30 July 2010
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