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I cannot be what I am not. However, I can strive to be better than what I am.
Whilst possibilities are limitless
How do we take the sense of self out of self.

Last night as I sat out by the pool, breathing in the humid Florida nightime air, gazing at Jupiter {we've become good friends in the last 27 days, B'H} and the Moon, waxing now, I felt miniscule. Absolutely miniscule.
Yet totally sustained.
The sensation didn't last long. Alas it never does.
That's the connection.

Alas it never lasts long.
On the other hand, I'm in mourning.
Shift the consciousness out of the sense of mourning, and transmute it into loving light.
Ok.
I can do that.
Nothing changes, everything changes.
Paradox.
Brain fry
I'm going in the pool.
Peace