Am I the sum of my ideas and beliefs? I don't even know all of them and they are me. I am a desert.
This constant blowing of thought and the constant struggle to sort and catalogue each grain of sand as it spins is a constant distraction.
The strength is in the storm and the potential of it is lost in the explaining.
It is such a challenge. Such a complete and utter mystery of miraculous consideration to strive not to understand, to not identify, to not observe, to not even record the experience of it all.
c.anna
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