Something kind of hit me today. The pure effortlessness of life. When the belief of there being any causative agent is seen as just an idea, itself without cause, then life becomes...very juicy.
When the notion of control and authorship is seen for the sham it is, then everything appears more real. More vibrant. Vivid. Sensual. It's very sexy. Very obvious.
When the belief that there is something at base that creates life, is seen AS a belief, it's incredible how that simple movement, that is spontaneous in itself, seems to reveal a totally easy fluency. There's no backdrop of story trying to force cause and effect, rhyme and reason.
Not Creationism, Evolution, the Big Bang - they're all just theories. And all created absolutely effortlessly.
They purport to explain the cause of life, but the wonderful irony is that those very theories are themselves causeless, spontaneous.
Something kind of hit me today.... 'WE' ARE the dead. And that leaves only life. Smack in your face. Up close and totally non-personal!