Sunday, January 10, 2016

A clumsy language


When you see the waking and dreaming states as part, but not necessarily all, of the same reality, and yourself as a cloud drifting through that reality, changing density, shape, and color as you go, and reality doing the same, and lovingly embrace the possibility that you and reality do not exist at all, or that you and she do exist, not as you have learned and are in the habit of thinking, but as stars in a galaxy still pondering its desire to be born, and borne, you have come to what might be called the first day, which, in a clumsy language all its own, is best expressed in the words, “I love you,” and then, together, move on, you finally know the meaning of the rings, around the pebble, in the pond.



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