The universe in its inexorable power and mystery is inexhaustible. All is alive and full of intent. The particle of dust which is you is only a point of consciousness in relation to infinity. It’s arrogance to think you can do anything to the vastness. Yet, you are part of that vastness, pulled away only momentarily to wonder and exercise your intent.
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3 thoughts on “Intent”
Beautiful and profound reflection, Koyote. To our peril, we forget our insignificance in the grander scheme of the infinite cosmos.
Quite true, Rosaliene!
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