Tasting Tasty Treats
Always we are at the doorstep of our existence. Before us lies an eternity in which we create a destiny that we yearn to fullfill and in doing so we act upon our proclivities. Of course these have already been defined and as we unroll our scroll of Life and Living we experience it's effects. There is no going back1.
Dramatically we encompass all that we have conjured forth. There are no outside influences upon which we dump responsibility. It is of our own making and in protesting we go bump into the night. Freedom comes not from freedom from. In order to bind ourselves we create a sense of freedom from. Can you image the depths of bindings to which we will ascribe ourselves to? There are no ends of the Earth to which we will not experience in order to fullfill our hopes and dreams.
And we dream not alone.
Hand in hand we go forth into the night and as we relish the company, we find comfort. Our travels become much more enjoyable in an echo chamber of good will. Strange, but true. In creating magic we become magical beings and in so doing we demonstrate all that which we are capable of. Not really but it does provide some degree of comfort.
While we wait for revelation to reveal itself we also understand that nothing stands in our way. In perpetuating an existence we relish opportunity. There are no bounds2 and expression follows suit.
Ah, the taste of freedom3.