How does one start when
there's no beginning? For example, I've heard white rabbits are well-read.
My birth is quite the
story and the rumors of my death are completely unsubstantiated. This leaves
here, now and change for all my thoughts.
I haven't yet begun but
still I'm in the middle of this story somehow, somewhere, sometime.
It's true the world is
in the mind; awareness is reflected in this being and that
has nearly brought us to the end.
All mysteries require
the one who pulls the trigger. The name in this one is Intent although for
purposes of truthfulness, it continues nameless.
If there were a god, just how could it begin to know
itself? Just where would this subjective absolute begin?
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