Is not the concentration and abundance of fear the inevitable cause and result of catastrophe, unbalance, and more fear? Where there is a multitude of unconscious people, is there not a multitude of fear?
Here, though, it is different. The people and the fear are spread out enough that the true nature of nature can shine through. This is love. And love begets only more love.
Where there is gratitude for the simple beauties in life, there is gratitude for all things. Gratitude begets only more things to be grateful for.
We are spread just far enough for solitude to reach us. Yes, solitude. This thing all of us fear on some level, is the key. Solitude is frightening. Solitude is comforting. Solitude is rewarding.
Be still. Breathe. Take in all of what is.
It is the sparkle of a spiderweb.
The glowing cotton dancing in the blue sky.
The plane above, slowly rushing past.
It is the wrinkles aging the mountain side.
It is everything. It is nothing.
The real what is, is internal.
Inside.
The experiencer, experiencing.
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