Love, chases its own.
PERFECT, PERFECT
The sum of thinking is the silent presence within every mind.
Imagine the awareness of one individual, then multiply by the human population of minds—you will have found the monster within.
The sum of who we think we are orchestrates life at every level, unseen yet everywhere.
"The whole is more than the sum of its parts." – Aristotle
This is the trick: we are here to solve ourselves back to where we come from - an obstacle course presenting the precise measure of our need in each moment.
The sum of who we think we are, is only as mean as we are scared and will show its face as needs be—wars, genocide, cruelty, abuse.
"Perfect, perfect, always perfect."
Isaac Newton set the tone for recovery, but we overwhelmed its simplicity.
'All as one' we are clever and powerful. We are everywhere at once, able to focus on any detail.
Newton's F = ma is a movement out of time; all else is born from its repetition.
The output of the recurring movement is miasmic, but if you realize that the primal energy is caused by 'all, as one' resisting Love/eternity for experience's sake, you will have a handle.
Eternity is Love, and all experience is a means to Love, no matter its form.
The monster is Love in disguise.
Perfect, perfect, always perfect.
|
