What does it mean to become something else when you're not where you should be?
Does this mean what you felt was out of place too?
Where you were wasn't a haven after all?
So does that ultimately mean that what you thought you knew was wrong?
If you're taken out of your settings and then have it all reordered, could that haven become a heaven when you return?
"And I saw my face in the dark and loneliness."
I had never understood that phrase until now. I had thought I knew what it meant a long time ago but the puzzle was still there. Now, now I see things differently and in a way that tells me new things about what I thought I knew.
I am learning now the full ripeness of knowledge and how it's vastness and growth is something no one will ever truly be above or beyond. There is a wholeness that comes with understanding. One that may be taken as fullness mistakenly, for we are never truly full. There is always something else that can be learned; just as there is always something else that can be done.
Unlike us, options are infinite but we are both ever changing and ever lasting.
How many times, I wonder, have our faces changed? Not through aging of year or maturity, but the perception of our Selves as we learn; as we are healed, wounded, and healed again. There is a majesty to knowledge, even as there is an infinite to change. One solution could be taken, learned and understood in a hundred hundred different ways. And that would be only from one single perspective; one moment in millions.
Does this make choice as infinite as chance? I'd like to think so. If one being making one choice rested on the culmination of thousands of chances; isn't this a truth we should all see?
Even those who are blind to this truth are not untouched by it. Even those who choose to see a different answer are arriving at a decision born of many chances that were taken and given through choice and the mysterious energy that is knowledge.
So what then, are we other than millions of chances formed by choices born and died from knowledge?
Does this mean what you felt was out of place too?
Where you were wasn't a haven after all?
So does that ultimately mean that what you thought you knew was wrong?
If you're taken out of your settings and then have it all reordered, could that haven become a heaven when you return?
"And I saw my face in the dark and loneliness."
I had never understood that phrase until now. I had thought I knew what it meant a long time ago but the puzzle was still there. Now, now I see things differently and in a way that tells me new things about what I thought I knew.
I am learning now the full ripeness of knowledge and how it's vastness and growth is something no one will ever truly be above or beyond. There is a wholeness that comes with understanding. One that may be taken as fullness mistakenly, for we are never truly full. There is always something else that can be learned; just as there is always something else that can be done.
Unlike us, options are infinite but we are both ever changing and ever lasting.
How many times, I wonder, have our faces changed? Not through aging of year or maturity, but the perception of our Selves as we learn; as we are healed, wounded, and healed again. There is a majesty to knowledge, even as there is an infinite to change. One solution could be taken, learned and understood in a hundred hundred different ways. And that would be only from one single perspective; one moment in millions.
Does this make choice as infinite as chance? I'd like to think so. If one being making one choice rested on the culmination of thousands of chances; isn't this a truth we should all see?
Even those who are blind to this truth are not untouched by it. Even those who choose to see a different answer are arriving at a decision born of many chances that were taken and given through choice and the mysterious energy that is knowledge.
So what then, are we other than millions of chances formed by choices born and died from knowledge?