I rediscovered the camera for myself today. I made my first craigslist post. I played with a remote control truck that mostly only goes in reverse. I learned that a former mentor of mine is now a #1 best-selling Christian author. It was a very revelatory day for me. For whatever reason, all of these (re)discoveries have left me with an amusing sense of displacement. What do these things say about me? Not much. Hence the amusement. I seem to be accidentally adopting all manner of zen-like attitudes towards every practical thing.
Like I said in my last post about closeness sometimes I require a feeling of knowing I am in proximity to myself. And yet it seems the closer I find myself to myself the tinier I realize me to be. I can't get near enough. Or perhaps I am actually honing in on my true nature or a truer identity within which my quantitativeness amounts to not so much. Thankfully this doesn't render me wallowing in insignificance because at the same time I gain a superior calling than mere self-reflection but significant co-mingling with (oh, coffee maker just beeped announcing it's turning off. Last call for hot, late-night beverages) the rest of creation to partake in each other. To honor each other and honor God. But then again, the times in my life when I have been able to be the most mindful of God and creation were when I did not do so much self-examination which mostly led to disconnection. I am too inward. Time to take me to the streets.
Good pooping, Beck is awesome
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