I desire to know more of Self, with the capital S. There is so much to learn, to know, to experience in this teaming sea of eternal and infinite consciousness - so, yes, I wish to know more of that. And guess what? It makes itSelf known moment to moment. Isn't it wonderful that the thing that created us, operates in and through us, comes to know itSelf more by the living out of itSelf?

I am just basically grateful for the breath that moves in and through me, the spirit that animates me to live this life, life itself. And I'm thankful that love is in this living and this life.

It feels divine! When I first awake each morning I give thanks for my breath, that which animates me, for spirit that moves in, as and through me. I marvel at it constantly and am in awe.

Rilke wrote:

We are not to know why this and that masters us-
Real life makes no replay only that it enraptures us-
Makes us familiar with it.

But then again, I'm not sure of that! Life is moment to fleeting moment. Can we hang onto what is passing, can was cling to what is arising and passing? I'm unsure and that's okay.

I am sure that I don't have the full picture or knowledge of how perfect this whole thing is, how perfect this one event is. Even in my partial knowledge, since I am but a part, I am sure that it is perfect.

Let's start with the definition of fame - here's what I came up with:I guess I wouldn't mind being widely known or recognized. Wait, wait, wait . . . am I already famous?

. . . a road never beginning or ending . . .

I dropped a glass and broke it. Is this a silly question or what?

I was fixin' some beans the other day. I'm fixin' to go to work now!

There is nothing that I WANT for right now. I am a biscuit, a taste of authentic life. Taste this life with me, as me, and see if it is sustaining. Come to the communion table, rest and eat. What I desire for myself I desire for everyone - loving relationship. It surrounds us if we can just observe it smiling at us.

Sometimes it is difficult to know what is dangerous. (See Shameslaya's answer to this Q&R). Sheep are often disquised as wolves. The beautiful coral snake looks like a necklace, and the beautiful poisonous tree frog can kill quickly. Danger is a part of this world. When you cross the street can you really say with certainty that you won't get killed by a careening vehicle? Danger can be elusive in this way. Does danger then mean anything that could take our lives, kill us, or hurt us in any way? At all cost, get out of harms way and protect yourself as much as you can. Being cautious means being aware. Not that you go around worrying about some forthcoming danger, but that you are aware, for the most part, of your footsteps, your moving and dance in this life.

Simply, pain hurts, is uncomfortable, and sometimes excruciating. I would not choose to be in pain, but it seems to be a part of human and physical manifestation of living beings. Pain, to me, is different than suffering. Suffering, to me, is the attachment to the story of pain, making pain the story of "mine." Pain is a distractor at times and even a paralyzer depending on its level of intensity. My most painful times have been nothing compared to what others have experienced.

Well, at the end of losing everything, I guess I begin again. I give so much of myself and my things (my energy) that it would just be an inconvenience, because I'm not too attached to much of what I own. I would begin again, possibly ask for help with the most basic of things, and go from there. I imagine that in a way it would be freeing to not be bound by so much STUFF. Sometimes what we think of as our possessions - well . . . they begin to possess us. I never want to feel possessed by the things are here to serve me in my needs and comforts.

No one can "make" me happy. That is a choice I make in any given situation, under any condition. Now, people can please me by doing things like rubbing my feet, preparing a meal for me, saying something that makes me laugh, taking me on a 2-week vacation to Jamaica, etc. Betrand Russell has said in his book, The Conquest of Happiness, that ". . . the chief source of unhappiness is our quest for happiness." Seems that a lot of people are always looking to only have happiness in their lives, at the exclusion of everything else (which may be uncomfortable and perhaps even unhappy) which arises in this experiece as "what is." Trying to be happy can be a distraction and take us away from being present. I can feel the life in me and from it immanates a happy feeling. Even while I have uncomfortable feelings while living in this world, my sense is that happiness can even be present in this pain body. I love to share my happy essence and love to receive other happy essences. That what friendship are for methinks.

Healthy and sound is my self-esteem! My I AMness needs no validation from the outside to finds its worth because it is inherent in the thing itself. I love myself and know that I'm an integral part of the whole she-bang. I DO according to that which informs me, my essence or just essence. The essence that I'm talking about is lovely and loving, and I move from that natural state, to be lovely and loving. And, dang . . . how could you have a "worthless" feeling about yourself if you are loving and loved??? I know this because even the mosquitos and flys love me! ;-D

I am always in the flow of this orgasmic life stream. It is teeming with creativity. It has a graceful movement and is always moving to find new (creative) experiences. I'm curious too, so I like to go and see how people "do", what's new, try on new things to see how they fit in my experience. I sense that it is a built in thing with humans to have this urge to explore, to create, to move into new experience. When I'm creating my art, I don't think that I expect to only do that when I "feel good" because sometimes I'm inspired by the difficult times. Life wants to be, to move, under all circumstances, it seems.

I have no idea, but the question brings me to greater appreciate of what I might miss seeing. I would miss seeing the beautiful and graceful tree that I sit with each morning. I would miss seeing the lovely pictures that are posted here, and your lovely lively faces, friends, family. I would miss seeing the sun and the moon, the critters in my yard, the flowers and trees. I'm sure I'd adjust but dang . . . it just would not seem the same. I'd miss getting around as well . . . and as much as I dislike driving, I'd miss the convenience of being able to drive. I'd miss reading the way I do sometimes, in the middle of night in bed. I'd miss seeing the expressions of people which are sometimes greater communication than their spoken words. I'd miss seeing, 'cause after all, it's a sensual and orgasmic pleasure.