Jan 132012
I touch the precious, endless Now and am panged with remorse for the catalogue of moments I am asleep. How quickly life evaporates! How silly we are to believe in consensus reality when love is rushing in from all sides! I touch the precious skin of Now, which smells like a salty miracle, which is lit from within, which is infinite and exploding with beauty. I touch Now’s skin and it shivers back.
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