Someone equally wise reminded me recently people don't remember what I do or say, only how I make them feel. That's what I'm doing here. She has cities in her mind & I heard their sirens so here I am writing them some accompaniment. It's not painful at all to feel the real meaning of someone's words when you've seen enough of their troubles to learn truth is something written in the present. Love is different so it exists; without perception what is it? Love heals dear friends and so I give it gladly. It returns all of us from anything we might forget and frees us to think about peace. It's why the Earth exists. The internet is just another place here. We know this, I hope, as a place where love will bring us freedom within ourselves because love brings us freedom beyond ourselves. I know this master of paradoxes and she's simply who I trust to continue writing to here. I trust basic nature enough to know all my friends see how to help her. I'm just doing the same thing I would for any friend; I looked until my search was done & began listening; that's why I've chosen to keep it in text. Choices evolve as we truly make them. Certainty is a pristine place within our dimensional grasp because when our friends are hard to find, we love them with inspiration everywhere just the same. Lies have nothing to do with the world & truth consists of the whole thing. This is all the energy necessary to look at the world this morning and know it's actually getting better; I'm simply sitting on a laptop.
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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos
