Love is the closest we get to feeling like life isn’t a random accident. It’s the convergence of two stories that suddenly make a third one possible. There’s a kind of holy geometry in that.

Everything else in life is noise, scaffolding, invention.
All the rest of life are currents we swim in. But love is the water itself.

Wonderful observation. Where then is the “Statistically Significant” point at which to cheer?

The X-bar runner?

Good questions… no answers as far as I can tell.

Perhaps it is that once we know it’s real, we know realness … or that nothing is real, and so we either restart the search or call off the search.

Or the keys turn out to have been in our hands all along; and yet we realize there are no keys.

Exactly… now go drink your coffee as if the axis of the whole universe revolves around the tilt of the cup in your grip.

@bethcgreenberg.com … please note, the situation appears even more complicated with pie.

This made me snorfle … like a snort chuckle laugh … totally spontaneously thanks to this brilliant little humor. Well done. Intended effect achieved at least once!

Well written, clever.

The last cookie… 🍪

I suppose it can only ever be given away.

Really well done … perfect.

悟者知無鏡無塵，一切本來清淨。

Shen-hsui polishes the mirror like a man trying to scrub himself into grace, but Hui-neng laughs softly, pointing out there’s no mirror, no dust, no “self” to purify.

The punchline lands: stop fixing what isn’t broken, stop searching for what you already are.

Of course, the Zen angle reminds us that the whole hunt is the distraction.

The searching keeps us blind to the fact that the keys are already in our hands.

The moment we see that, the search dissolves for what it is: a ruse we built ourselves.

Awareness arrives, and we arrive with awareness.