that we're here, and the inconceivable notion of our together right now, with no real reason for this to be at all - this is the celebration of mystery, a complete unknowing of any purpose beyond that we belong solely to this moment. Through this we rest in uncertainty. It's not a blind trust towards a higher reason, no faith that things will work in the favor of our well being. We have only this moment, and perhaps even if it's filled with dread there is the fact that we're alive, the worlds in motion, and we're able to draw a single breath to sustain us, our bodies function just so for us to be, and there is a simple urge through it all for our existence. To see this, and be filled with gratitude that it's all somehow so - is our celebration of mystery.
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Peace,
Eric
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