cure zone
What strange notions that the absence of thought makes one an imbecile, a simpleton, a vegetable, a moronic unkempt unruly vagabond who madly pursues unbridled uncontrolled impulses.
This is not the same as not caring, mindless uncaring hurricanes of thought which pour out winds of passion and desire, neither cold steely logic, this is beyond or deeper, or other spacial description'
This not to be fearful about, far from being a non entity, a dull boring bland bum or good for nothing living a seemingly dreary unfulfilled life, a waste of space. Yet there is a dynamic called Life. It is a force that is a mystery and that force is the Source, the everlasting Fountain of Creation which is Life.
Where it comes from and ends is the sweet mystery and for some the burning quest to experience it, it beckons one on and although indefinable and invisible to the senses and has no form------yet one is deeply enriched and blessed when one FEELS the experience of it------albeit briefly sometimes------and then perhaps--------always.
SHACK
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