that the world became at all, with no apparent reason, and my only guess at how or even why leads me simply to say it's magic. Of course this too is just a label placed on not knowing and in no what implies a greater hand or mind involved in this becoming. It's the spontaneous magic of becoming, that I am somehow gathered as an aware, energetic field amidst an infinite source of the very same stuff without true break between them - it's an amazement of existence. There is no need for my direct involvement, no demand for things to be a certain way to please me. The world is magic because it exist, because it allows for me to be, and more so because it allows for you as well - and this all is just a part of an even larger show of possibilities. It's the magic of what is.
~
Peace,
Eric
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