515 The Flood, Ch. 28
Chapter Twenty-eight
Above the surface, I realize, I'm not out of breath. Being underwater was not drowning me. It was... Something else.
So I dive again.
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God was the sun. Money is the new god. People are herd animals, we love a leader. Every idea is someone else's. The words we choose were chosen for us.
My parents had their own agenda. Nothing they did for me, or to me, was about me.
We eat, we breath, we survive. Love elevates us. We care. We share. We love to help.
Everyone is beautiful. Everything is a miracle.
Life is it. Beyond life, there is only death. I am dead.
So what am I doing here?
I feel myself floating to the surface again, and struggle to stay down.
Worry is wasted energy. There's nothing to be afraid of. Fear is anger with your own incapacity to act out of love. Anger is the gap between your desires and your actions.
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Above the surface, desperate consumer attempts to satisfy the soul float about in eddies of debris. Below, there is bliss. Understanding. Going with the flow. Enlightenment. Grokking.
I go down again. The third time. The last time.
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