across all time

Across all time things are said differently indicating a common thread of wisdom. Recently it occurred to me that plagiarism is possible, if not probable, yet a thought well said is mine. Admire not the author but the spirit in which the author speaks; inspired commonly by The Author of All Life. Who spoke and speaks now. Doing no harm.

“If we begin with certainties, we shall end in doubts; if we begin with doubts, and are patient, we shall end in certainties.” - Marcus Aurelius

My near fatal flaw seems to have been being intimidated by my Self. Preconditions and conditional love. The internal yawing rictus of need/want, what is the difference? Where does the tide turn between?

Only we in/on our absolute bottom line: living/dying, can know by experiece indwelling—real. At the moment I am aware of those raped, women and men, who will forever be changed by chance or choice: agression or hapenstance. Then too hasten to add the children born of addiction and AIDS, poverty, naked and alone crying bereft. Those disappeared: torn asunder buried in anonymous fields at sea . . . the prisoners of ideals. It takes more courage to live than die.

To find within the resourse to take the next breathe. The harm carried forward become disease suffocating and preconditioning, staining all opporutnity to remember kindness received and given forward.

Many voices, creeds, colors, times, before said and walked, drown in greed for safety. . . .Did I mention “genders” or gender proclivities? Without equality for women we will never be whole. For myself, add what I suggest for you, no love is ill between any combination of gender—love trumps all. Absent that we have no life and no love at all. What we layup or loose within the court of our opinion is what we fear in ourselves. Cruelty is infectious.

Amazed. I realize in being willing to give anything asked of me by either M or P, am saying yes; as if The Interlocutor had asked. Such, it seems, for now, the nature of love sacrificial. Relationship of any kind is heroic as is celibacy. Absent concord disaster.

Most publish to persuade while I do so to share the questions we must collectively answer; with the crystal and pearl within: unique, explicit. Either way, together or apart, the songs we sing are always a duet—new psalms . . . all life, in its cycles, are the same entities bearing similar spirits but differently costumed. Listen to yourself not me.

A spicule of snark:

"The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessing; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries." (Churchill) . . . could it be that we, in concord, can find collaboration?

An afterthought; There is about this, and within me, a sense of inevitability like death, or birth yet like orgasm must be expressed. Helplessly enthralled by joy.

"It behoved that there should be sin — but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." ~ Julian of Norwich (her famous visions occurred on 13 May 1373)

130516 MDT 07:14 across all time

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