without certainty - we have been made no promises beyond this moment, that we are alive, and that the present breath is all that's given. This is our own fragile beauty, the reason we cling, and the key to our eventual surrender. Indeed, it's this same uncertainty to which we do surrender. It's natural to wish for something stable, firm ground upon which we make our stand. Yet it's this need, along with the false certainty on which we stake our claim, that leads to a quiet anxiety that undercuts through life. We're afraid to be afraid, and worse we fear the only thing we may ever truly know - it's all a mystery. Everything. Once this is certain - that we simply can't know a thing beyond right now, we gain the freedom to relax and allow the world to unfold in it's own fashion (as it would anyway) If more is to be understood - it will arrive exactly in it's moment.
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Peace,
Eric
*obviously I am not certain of any of this
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