You know me and how much I love those early mornings between wake and sleep when wisdom visits me for such a short time. Once I stir so much as a finger the thought dissipates like a fart in the wind. (Sorry I can think of no quicker dissipation to compare it to). Except for this one occasion it seems to be the only time actual purity and brilliance present themselves to me.
This morning’s thought was accompanied by a wave of compassion. I like those best. I am pretty sure the thought was clearly, ‘No one’s life is perfect. Be Compassionate’. But then I got waylaid wondering if the thought should have been or actually was, ‘No one life is perfect.’
What a silly self argument. Is there really a difference? I suppose the second statement might indicate that if No ONE life is perfect there may exist perfection…
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