to transcend - as if it's possible that one thing could be other than its own existence. Everything is potential. Nothing is more than exactly what it is now, this very moment. A seed becomes different in it's bloom - yet remains, in essence, what it's always been. We do not transcend our humanness, there is no point where we suddenly, or gradually, abandon what we are now for the sake of a new becoming. We are. It's that simple. Yet in this rediscovery of being what are, we find ourselves as seeds in endless bloom, changing in form, thought, beliefs and structure of identity - but always remain so fully human, fragile, enduring. We do not transcend this, we embrace ourselves as the moment finds us - knowing our potential is endless in its bloom.
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Peace,
Eric
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