Life is good, and then you do it again.
If you are going to accept that all is one, you must also accept that one is all. It goes both ways and there is no way around it.
There are so many things to care about. When it really matters, I care. When it does not, I let it slip off my emotional frying pan like a well-seasoned cast iron skillet.
Never ask me if I
understand. Under no circumstances do I ever understand. I overstand. You overstand. We stand on the same level in the space time continuum, much more than what is apparent to the five senses, sharing knowledge and wisdom. If you are not comfortable with that terminology, ask if I comprehend.
is a wasted life.
“Killing time” is a concept I cannot comprehend. If I could figure out a way to keep the body at optimal operating capacity without sleep and without side-effects, I would not be sleeping. There is just too much to learn, experience and contribute; I am only able to do a minuscule portion of what I’d like to accomplish each day. I love my life and the people I have connected with, in-person and at a distance.
“It’s like the best thing ever. It is even better than Abdomenable Snowmans.”
This is what popped into my head last night while lying under the sheets, feeling proud of myself for getting to bed on time. It made me laugh… multiple times.
I bought some bedtime tea. On the box it says, “Caffeine Free”.