Has the capacity for awe atrophied? Or is it just buried? If not, why do we not throw ourselves on the ground every morning and acknowledge the rising miracle?
“You don’t have to go anywhere to see things as they are; sometimes it helps.” - Roshi DDS
Sometimes the most minor shift, a discardable animation, can open a whole new window on being.
Xango was the spirit of lightning, long before we could follow the powerlines home.
Having been burned so many times, people have asked me, “What did you do in the last life that Xango punishes you for?”
