Cicely Hello. Another year is about to end. Who knew x)
last few days has been snowing heavily in these parts. I love snow. I do not mean something aesthetic. Q Clearly a snowy landscape is something pleasing to the eye. Well, at least for someone not living in Siberia q guess. What I mean is q q snow itself is a kind of q methodology used Mother Nature to teach us what it's all this stuff. Let q each snowflake itself expresses a moment of time. And there you are, hand opening and seeing the giant snow q is called Time will savor in millions and millions of moments last q disappear ... just that in an instant. But do not stop there. Our professional planetary science also seeks to give us these millions of flakes in completely different ways. Yes friend @ s, no rules, no standards or guidelines. Q We are programmed to expect the passage of time is a terrible thing, and so now we take care of "ordering" the flakes and assign goals, targets, aspirations, lifestyles, ways of being, and so on., Until q do not realize of q instead of snowflakes, we have a row filled with ice cubes. All so perfectly arranged. All so perfectly filled of life frozen, boxed, compartmentalized.
q The problem is when we fill these cubes we thought q q q Despite our cast was perfect cube, there are some dice q no leave us with the form q expected. And hate is when q is intrusive chaos in our beautiful order. And we prefer writhing in pain before q recognize that chaos is precisely the q snowflake melts in your hand, the form, for some q we please, always keep the beauty of our hand to rest naturally on the real mold. ..
... if we can feel that friend @ s, we will be lucky to use ice cubes in any case, to cool beverages.
A new year comes ...
This is going ...
See
morning @ s friend, or in light of the moon, what comes first ... q
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