In The Advent of Experience

In the expression we become.

Whatever it is that one wishes for, becomes. There is nothing else and all becomes rooted in such. Suddenly reality shifts gears to compensate and we become none the wiser. All is as it should be.

Breaking free from illusions requires a conviction seldom founf among the natives. While enjoying day-to-day living what else is there that could possibly be of value.

Centered around worth we shape and mold ourselves according to our own desire and never wonder or even wander.

We are what we are, there is no going back.

But in the discovery something lies hidden, beckoning us to perceive. It's all a matter of sleight of hand but the whole point of the matter is to be entertained in creation. Are we no wondrous and amazing to behold!

Indeed we are and as the focus moves about we embrace that little shadow of doubt. What is there that is just beyond our comprehension, our reach? A good mystery is always palpable and hangs in the air awaiting our arrival. It's all just silly games but who are we to argue the matter.

The answer is that we are indeed something to behold.

The Universe lies at our feet any yet we have convinced ourselves that we are nothing but the effect of such. Oh the games we play!

There is no digging deeper when all that we are is already completely and totally know to us. Running in circles can be quite fun for a time but sooner or later time suddenly stops and let's us know a thing or two or three.

It's not easy being the master and the slave all at the same time.

Perhaps it's time to step out of any and all roles with which we have encircled the wagons for.