“Reproachable/Answer”

The complexity of human consciousness with all its experiences overlayed upon the environment where they transpire. Conjugate that across billions of occurrences for all those possible circumstances. Is it so far fetched this feeling of being lost within that from time to time. Are we meant to be detachable and thus reachable simultaneously. Making peace with this subscribed notion, while delicately touching the petals of happiness lining the path of ones existence. Nirvana or purgatory depending on perspective. This thing we know as love, swells within our hearts to gently fill the gaps between where our expectations and our experiences don’t quite fit together. Building within us this need for expression, for we seemingly burst from its constantly expanding pressure on the mind. We seek comfort in predictability and it’s illusion of calm, from the turmoil that realizing our consciousness is isolated from all the others by our sense of self. Bonds are formed at the margins of our unique capacity to share our individual place with others, who follow a similar path. The imperfections of how those pieces fit together, we patch over with love. This ability to shape how we connect to the collective consciousness directs us toward the overall outcome of our existence, and thus ultimately delivers the meaning of why we are here. Knowing how to shape and mold the pieces of life together with love, careful not to spill or waste it’s presence, while realizing it’s infinite abundance being produced by compassion. One should never feel lost ever again...

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