I “followed my heart” long enough to realize that I’m an infinitely loved dream that slowly disappears as the dreamer wakes from a pleasant nap.

Maybe we’re all professional actors playing a part… But if that’s the case, I’m of the opinion that the roles we play pale in comparison to our true natures. 

An author will draft his or her manuscript, and then edit edit EDIT…until the words are no longer painful to look at, despite the author having viewed them thousands of times over.   (Existence may follow this pattern as well).  😉

The evidence shows that if my logic sucks, it becomes extremely hard to navigate existence… Which ironically seems to spring from illogical phenomena.

A specialized route that requires extreme discipline is delving deep into those realizations of futility and pointlessness until you see that all of it IS futile; not because death is an inevitability, but because as impossible as it may seem, it’s that oft misinterpreted concept of [love] that permeates the infinity of quanta that we can…

I find that “break-throughs” are often preceded by “break-withs”…at certain points it is not enough to simply try harder; commitment to growth means being ready to cut away stagnancy, no matter how comforting it may be.