I don’t feel like arguing today, tomorrow or whenever there’s a chance for a dying ember within someone’s heart adamant about arguing that his/her lifetime has nothing to do with my presence, sprouting its hidden flames birthing into a raging war - but lately, I really do not see the point of it all - like a broken pencil, there’s a point in connecting the dots… a broken pencil can still connect the dots!
It’s not about the food that brings her, him, them, you and me together - its Love for crying out loud! If it’s all about food - when there’s nothing on the table would the argument be that we do not meet, that we become busy with lives and forget humanity?
Yet humanity prays for Peace, and a just world!
What I see and recognize as per experiential knowledge is that the whole and summation of all nodes perceived as planets are dimensions thought-forms cling to when birthed into spirits… As much as humans cling to a reality they perceived to be theirs and none to be connected with.
Life is what it is; you cannot change it, but you can change yourself! Within and beyond us all is one Soul, Mind, and Life; how then can we be contented when our neighbor is grieved?
… so connect the dots when you can, for as fragile as glass itself, one who cuts the roots will find himself cut off from Grace.
