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Dont forget the Strangeness :)

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  • Nov 14, 2019
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Don’t let the world become familiar don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being alive.

Don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being here on the surface of this spinning globe standing in its soft dark soil immersed in atmospheric gases, breathing in to nourish our blood with oxygen the blue-tinted sky above, full of foaming crystal masses that fades into black and opens up to the vast empty fullness of the universe then turns to face a burning golden ball again that caresses us with heat and light.

Don’t forget the sheer strangeness of being this body that breathes and blinks and heals and grows a miracle of precision and complexity a city of ceaseless traffic and industry where a million microscopic processes intertwine and millions of tiny organisms labour for the greater good of you just to keep you conscious and alive.

Don’t forget the strangeness of seeming to be a ghostly self that lives inside your body, has attached itself to your form and seems to stare out from your eyes that can spin webs of logic, create alternate abstract worlds and turn into itself and open up into endless spacious consciousness that seems to stretch beyond any boundary.

Don’t forget the strangeness of this world of form the pulsing heart of matter, shimmering waves of light endless expressions from the same rich source endless variations of an elemental theme different frequencies of the same essential sound this roaring teeming swell of life the brightness and shining nakedness of now and awe-inspiring is-ness of the nameless real.

A strangeness even stranger because it’s not hostile or indifferent but right and reassuring, even warm and welcoming like a chaos that was always planned a riddle that makes perfect sense an epiphany of meaning, full of hidden harmony glorious harmonious strangeness.

 
 
 

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