I sit here and write this, to ponder what and why we "are," and how it all happened. There are so many different ways to think, to search, to feel...we travel moment to moment. Where do they begin and end. Horizen to horizen one just stumbles over the other, analogous to daylight; a repetitive cycle of beginning,
Just let it go...
Where beauty resides unexperienced, the beauty can only be known by experiencing it.
~j
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