We are such a lucky combination of cells, synapses and synchronistic encounters. Set adrift with nothing but evolution on which to cling, some thank the heavens, stars or mindless mercurial happenstance. Whatever one chooses, the reason matters little to me tonight. With so much in flux and when so much is left to chance, gratitude is a solid stepping stone in the midst of a raging incomprehensible flood. Eyes Open. Road. Mantra.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Full Circle
We are such a lucky combination of cells, synapses and synchronistic encounters. Set adrift with nothing but evolution on which to cling, some thank the heavens, stars or mindless mercurial happenstance. Whatever one chooses, the reason matters little to me tonight. With so much in flux and when so much is left to chance, gratitude is a solid stepping stone in the midst of a raging incomprehensible flood. Eyes Open. Road. Mantra.
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