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Monday, October 28, 2013
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
I thought I'd try my hand at those Keep Calm posters!
I got the photo at the bottom right from glogster.com
teeheehehee.
I got the photo at the bottom right from glogster.com
teeheehehee.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Who am I?
No, really. Who am I?
I've tried answering this but no easy answer comes. I am all the things that I have experienced. All the people I have loved and who have loved me. All the densely packed cells, molecules and atoms, and all the infinite space within.
Who I am changes with every letter I type in this post, every second that passes, every cell that dies, every electron that spins on its orbit.
Who I am now means that there was a me then, and a me in the future. And this me now who is no longer, but was the me of the future.
When the now is so encompassing that a blink can be eternity and every breath could be infinite, who I was and who I will be fade into insignificance compared to the peace of being now.
When the now is so fleeting that a blink can be death and every breath could be final, who I was and who I will be fuses to the me now who lives with the demands of being now.
In that moment when I of past, present, and future become one, every experience flashes by in confusion, all love and hurt are one, subatomic particles fall out of sync and crash into each other, the universe expands and contracts, a supernova. Until all I see is light.
And I am light.
I've tried answering this but no easy answer comes. I am all the things that I have experienced. All the people I have loved and who have loved me. All the densely packed cells, molecules and atoms, and all the infinite space within.
Who I am changes with every letter I type in this post, every second that passes, every cell that dies, every electron that spins on its orbit.
Who I am now means that there was a me then, and a me in the future. And this me now who is no longer, but was the me of the future.
When the now is so encompassing that a blink can be eternity and every breath could be infinite, who I was and who I will be fade into insignificance compared to the peace of being now.
When the now is so fleeting that a blink can be death and every breath could be final, who I was and who I will be fuses to the me now who lives with the demands of being now.
In that moment when I of past, present, and future become one, every experience flashes by in confusion, all love and hurt are one, subatomic particles fall out of sync and crash into each other, the universe expands and contracts, a supernova. Until all I see is light.
And I am light.
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