Waxing philosophical again, what if the source running through me, that spark of divinity is really a river, common with the vortex of all things which flow through us, a sort of cosmic DNA that informs me I am all things at once. No separations. I am the victim, I am the thief, I am the sacred and I am the profane. The desolate, the hope, the problem, the solution, the meal, the hunger, the space and the thought that fills it.
Takes the burden off me. All I have to do is stay chemically sober and keep my home group supplied with coffee.
That's what's good about today, y'all.
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