Hadn't planned to node anything today; I wish there were no reason to.
Earlier, I
had announced that my next ten C!s would be put into the unjustly degraded nodes of
The Ballad of Mark the Kramer; I now delay that promise for a week or so, for they
are merited elsewhere first. I've not noded there. My words are deeply inadequate. Perhaps all words are.
I'll avoid the impulse towards sermonizing, except to propose that (
so far as I believe, in any event), in the end, all things return to One, and all the joy of every moment of existence is forever preserved, washing over that One, in an infinite diversity of combination and recombination. Our lives serve to generate these experiences; and in the time to come thereafter, we glow within them.