From Here To Timbuktu
The Universe spins on it's axis and that axis is called 'I'. From there all things are created, equal or not. Everything is outside of that wonderful place we call home. As the body encompasses us so too does it's higher elements1. We do indeed become that which we see.[2] It's like our own private little video library, easily accessed and curated with kind and loving tenderness the longevity of which is called existence.
Baggage is like that2.
The Breath of Life provides for purpose and plan. Seeing outside of ourselves becomes impossible because it is but by quelling the battle does the distinctive nature of what is become apparent3.
The battle, of course, is nothing but our video library conflicting with new releases4. In the interaction of what we think and what is conflict is surely to arise unless we subdue our own so-called importance enough to clearly see beyond our own nose. Everything exists out 'there'.
So what's the big deal?
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Not referencing the body here. ↩
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Even when we don't realize the actual extent of our baggage it's still baggage; unclaimed perhaps but still attached. The yoke is never unbearable, until it is. ↩
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I had to read that again to make sense. ↩
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It's a funny way of saying what is being said here but true none-the-less. ↩