Two Notions of Perfect
This Perfect calls us to be responsible for the brambles of suffering that creep in through the cracks in our compassion, fed by a punishing loyalty to that other – sterile – ideal. Here we can weed them out and tend to what grows in our garden with “It’s okay. I accept you. I love you without condition.”
The Story of Your Life
In this moment, consider that your consciousness might be a magical pinhole poked through the shell around the closed system, a personal wormhole bubbling in oxygen from elsewhere. Perhaps you are here specifically to supply this singular energy, to smuggle the Universe some essential nutrient that it cannot get inside the egg.