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into words of involve ment, say with my distant sons, places me in
near contact to him and my grandsons, with whom physical
encounter a rare and precious breath of life . What you may have
never imagined within your intellectual grasp can come forth when
you simply let yourself write . "We pleasantly talked our hearts out
over a pie of pizza."
Philosophers establish a concept of that entity referred to as
"will," trying to explain the way our reasoning power produces an
outco me of energy impulses
being directed;
motion,
conte mplation, and compliance. Some have a saying, "nothing
stands before the will," but it's a misno mer. Life is meant to
include tribulation by which ; surmounting, we build our memories
to last long into the future, even to become recognizable as "past -
regressions". Will, they surmise, causes responses in the fleshy
stuff of the brain. There exist cos mic forces that transfer energy
spark by spark and each particle gets a turn to diffuse within a nd
amongst all the others during the continual process of recreation
(deterioration and reformation of ele mental combination and
permutations). A stroke of lightning topples a tree that eventually
decomposes into the soil, is ingested by a worm that is eaten by a
bird a man will ritually slaughter, process, cook, and ingest. This
mentative exercise is a form of nullification of willfulness; no
expectation no frustration, along just a journey into timelessness .
This is what the sage who taught me Yogananda p hilosophy called
seeing life as a witness to the event.
Every perception that we ever experienced lives in our memory,
yet content of history fades into a blur. Conclusion? Strong
me mories can be produced creatively and left as an inheritance
"likely to sell for enough to cover the cost of your marriage ho me."
So too, the sensations impressed upon us at the very every moment
will not appear before our eyes in another hour. Riding along life's
journey, a smile arises here and there and is gone within a flee ting
mo ment. With literary training, we can draw on the material we've
experienced or read to formulate pleasant thoughts. To write is to
communicate, if only with an imagined listener. This is why
human literature is filled with myth. "Reading and Writing to the
tune of a hickory stick."
Timelessness is stitching images into the space framework of
time; we create the universe by weaving letters into words, words
into paragraphs and allowing o urselves to relax within interna l
expansion uniquely. Imagine strectching your arms to the sides of
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