There is a sweet spot between the patterned polarities of optimism and pessimism: acceptance. Allowing what is to be. This is a rich and loamy soil. Eros inhabits it. Green erupts from it.
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There is a sweet spot between the patterned polarities of optimism and pessimism: acceptance. Allowing what is to be. This is a rich and loamy soil. Eros inhabits it. Green erupts from it.
The human personality is memory enfleshed, our past briefly materialized as a protection from the vagaries of the present. Personality is derived from the Latin persona for mask. It’s an accretion, not us.
Everything that happens has numberless causes; nothing is disconnected; there is no such thing as an isolated event; and still we ask, “Why did this happen?” Or we pledge: “I’m going to get to the bottom of this!”