Even mosquitoes?
Even mosquitoes?
—Austin, Domain: eucarya, Kingdom: animalia, Phylum: chordata, Subphylum vertebrata, Class: mammalia, Order: primates, Family: hominidae, Genus: homo, Species: Sapiens, of Poughquag, NY, USA, Earth, North America, the Solar System of Sol, Orion Arm, the Milky Way, the Local Group, Virgo Supercluster, the Universe, the Multiverse, Possibility, Uncaused
Uhgg! Yes, even mosquitoes.
If Providence wisely evolved bugs of all kinds, we ought to learn to love them. And this is hard for me. As a young man I used to move sprinkler pipes in the alfalfa fields of my father. I would invariably be covered with an eager population of mosquitoes. They drank my blood as though it were fine red wine...and I was inclined, at times, to drop the pipes and begin swatting every bug I could find. I was quite successful. But there were always more to take their place.
For my part, I am not good at loving mosquitoes...but in principle, I ought to learn.
But perhaps more important, a better starting point, would simply be to learn to love the people in my community...or even just myself. Most people have a hard time loving the first person...the I. It is not egotism that leads to self love. Babies learn to love and advocate for themselves first. This is good and right. Later they learn to advocate for others. But so many today are so full of self loathing that they lacerate themselves in a million ways. Self love, it seems to me, means that the person who has learned to love himself needs no external force for self acceptance. There is no need for a new hair color, a new diet, a new piercing, a new tatto, or a new pair of false eye lashes. The person who feels self love doesn't require these things.
But how many people do you know who feel absolutely at peace with who they are. How many can honestly look at themselves in the mirror without any external additions, subtractions or enhancements?
Today I was walking down the street and I saw a Native American woman with lovely white hair and a face etched deeply with wrinkles. She wore no make up, no tatto, no piercing of any kind...not even in her ears. Her eyes sparkled. She knew who she was and needed nothing to complete her. This woman was full of self love. She was utterly self-sufficient. I loved her immediately because I knew she loved herself.
Perhaps that where the law of love must start.
—Austin, Domain: eucarya, Kingdom: animalia, Phylum: chordata, Subphylum vertebrata, Class: mammalia, Order: primates, Family: hominidae, Genus: homo, Species: Sapiens, of Poughquag, NY, USA, Earth, North America, the Solar System of Sol, Orion Arm, the Milky Way, the Local Group, Virgo Supercluster, the Universe, the Multiverse, Possibility, Uncaused
Your "basemet" is really your psyche, or Soul.
(You've got it backwards and upside down, understandly though
Hang in there brother!, You'll awaken... someday, till then, the Dream continues.)
Freudian slip?
Seek "The shift", It's "Mystical, and Majically Majestic.
Kind Regards
Drift.
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