We’re awake when the commonplace is suddenly elevated and we see beauty everywhere, in everything.
In the spiritual economy, all things work for good. Everything has a purpose.
Life has no regrets. Trees and flowers don’t regret. There are lots of things I can do to waste time. I can twiddle my thumbs, whittle a stick, cultivate opinions, or regret something.
Ray Charles laughed: “I don’t regret a damn thing.”
How could the libidinous, drug-taking troubadour say this? Because nothing is damned, everything belongs and a moment spent in regret is a moment wasted.