Marking The Bulletin Board
I am nothing but a marker.
I do not present myself in any manner of regard. I do not interfere unless I am so directed. Most times I am but a bystander watching events and beings unfold in their awareness and activity. I do not have a life of my own as I do not serve my own convictions. I suppose it could be said that the mold from which I have been formed is quite... unique.1
Events unfold as they do all in spite of our own convictions or desires. Though we form the basis of our own reality there is something far beyond our own imaginings. In our little corner of the universe we create all that we interact with and in this 'destiny' to which we owe allegiance we unfailingly follow. In chasing our tail we somehow find purpose.2
Our stance in this universe is to have all revolve around our singularity. In so centering ourselves, we are. In the simplicity of being we reflect our origination.
As we circle the wagons of desire the extension becomes quite obvious.