There is only sharing. I am sharing some thoughts in a one way conversation for no purpose other than to stimulate response. I shall not be aware of that response as likely as not there will be no one to read this and if anyone ever does I’ll likely be already dead. That makes me smile. Still it has the same validity as you watching Brazilian magicians juggle bladders immaculately.
That is the essence. Whatever you do with or in those seconds we call life I urge you to make each one of them a honed jewel. They all count. Do it with all your spirit. It’s all we ever have.
I am writing into a mirror. There are no pretty stories, no vignettes, no cameos and no ends. Even the very end, when the whole universe is a bunch of cold cinders and dissipated heat, will go on forever.
But I deceive you. This is not a beginning. This is not even a middle. This is merely somewhere down the road.
Opher 8.05.02
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