11 December 2025
Do you not feel it, the magnificence of our existence?
Do you not feel the sun blessing your skin, the moon's light walking with you under the whooshing of the wind?
What of the birds, their beauty and spriteliness and charm? Or of the leaves? The minerals, or the ground itself? What small part we have in our world, yet how immense is the grandeur contained therein!
How can we let ourselves give up? How can we permit it to be ruined? How can we permit ourselves to live less?
The wonderous capabilities we have been given, the opportunities we can seize should we will it.
I am in awe that we have written the holy runes on the magic rocks that are able to be controlled in such a way that their power is used for calculation and the immediate interchange of information. The glories of the human mind only pale in comparison to the Creator's fingerprints all over the universe.
The opiate dullness of life is artificial. The needs which our ancestors have feared have largely disappeared. Now, we are oppressed by non-issues.
I felt this at work recently. We hired a new remote supervisor, and it was my job to ship out the equipment to them. Yet as I was packing it, the *users* told me that I needed to expedite shipping to have the new user start a day earlier (and that the equipment should be there on the Friday before they were to start). Of course, the shipping company delayed and stated that it will get there by the end of the day she was to start.
This is effectively a non-issue. Yet I was expending copious amounts of physio-psychic energy on it. Why does it matter? Had she not gotten her equipment, the world still would turn.
I want to defy that. I resolve to spit in the face of non-issues. Let me bask in the magnificence of existence and not bear to worry about artificial nonsense. Let me not be put to shame.
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