Every day I go through the motions more and more…of waking in a limited body and disciplining myself to “do the right thing,” and to “be strong.” Β And in the course of doing so, I’m beginning to realize that urgency is a sometimes useful (if that’s the way you draw energy) but ultimately futile gesture…that in the quantum infinity of existence, I’m already everything and everyone I dreamt of being…
And that in the end, I’m a ghost enjoying the beautiful illusion of a transient world. Β π

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