we are complex - yet uncomplicated in being. It's an orchestra of infinite themes tied to the play of life, one song in full performance as the whole. Through all this there is no effort of our own, no will to breathe, or a cause a heartbeat, nothing required on our part for this life to come to be. We find ourselves alive, capable through function, sustained by complexities beyond our understanding. But at no point do we have to plan this being - the sun rises and sets without our consent, skies have their own agenda as to what they off through each day, and the world continues in its motion even as we sleep. No conscious effort on our part is needed. Everything just somehow fits together, chaos seemingly planned to a perfection - it's beautiful, and terrifyingly out of our control. Exactly as it should be. We are not meant to complicate things. In this light, we see ourselves not as a separate performance, one life set apart from the whole, but the function itself. We are equal to every detail that brings the sun to rise and set, contributing to weather through our personal events, and give cause for the world to be in motion. All this simply because we are. In this light we see ourselves as the complexity for things to be. This too means all things are equal in their terms. Nothing that is can be removed. Life exist. It's not complicated.
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Peace,
Eric
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