What if the sun is a local phenomenon? It sure behaves as if it is. How does that alter your perception of this realm? Does it make you cringe? Angry? Laugh out loud? Or does it affirm what you’ve suspected for a while now? It doesn’t matter to me. My purpose in this life is to shine a light on the lies, the shadows, and the darkness. In three words, it is quite literally to amplify the light. It is not to polarize, separate, and divide; it is to unify, intensify, and make vibrant and evident that which is real.
Tag: narratives
This morning it’s raining, which makes me chuckle, as a few weeks ago my landlord was saying something along the lines of, “I wonder how bad this drought might get.” Which made me ask, “What drought?” He said, “They’ve been talking about how dry it might get this year.” To which I responded, frowning, “Sounds like they’ve been watching too much TV.”
What the hell does it matter if you die penniless? You can keep nothing from your brief time in this world except the essence of your experiences, life lessons, and the love you cultivated, explored, gave, received, and remembered along the way.
It appears that at least once per generation, and on numerologically significant dates, events are orchestrated to shock and traumatize the human collective. The unsuspecting masses are abruptly interrupted and knocked unsteady while simply living their lives, enjoying familiar routines, pursuing their careers or vocations, practicing their arts or trades, bettering themselves, or providing for their families.