A part of me feels guilty for having neglected the 15 lean daily here, but then again, I am really accountable to no one but myself. To say it is a certain amount of busyness that has overtaken my life and prevented me from sitting in front of the computer to write would be a lie, again to myself. I have sat in front of this computer for too many hours in the last three weeks, posting the mundane details of my life, exchanging discourse with those who both share and oppose my position on various topics. Never would I say they have been a waste of time. I do not waste time, I simply use it like everyone else, perhaps not always wisely, but nonetheless time moves no more quickly for me than it does for anyone else. In a sense, it is all illusion anyway, this passage of a thing we call time.
What matters is this moment, the now of my present thought, the odd crackle of neurons firing in my brain to breathe, to think, to move my fingers across a keyboard to elicit the magic of words, the transmission of thought in language both common and obscure. This always amazes me, and even when I neglect to record the vagaries and details of this gift I call my life, I still am amazed at my own consciousness and a myriad other things as well.
This consciousness brings a certain amount of joy and peace, a certainty in the rightness of the world as it is sustained moment to moment by the One who holds it all, and always will. That I cannot elicit any adequate language to even begin to describe this Reality is not at all disconcerting, because I can touch It, be immersed in It, live and move and have my being in It. And that is enough, for now, and for the 15 lean minutes it took to write this.
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