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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1310

When our eyes meet—
When our ears meet—
Passes between us humanity
& here might be our highest value

Please pass it on.

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Perhaps spirit is something in this one story world that is observable and verifiable. It is akin to Jung’s collective unconscious, or common history, or species memory. It is a common experience of mystery.

:- Doug.

Knock on that door: what you and I see as a solid piece of wood, touchable, movable and knowable, the physicist standing by us sees as a swirling mass of electrons, atoms, and quarks—indeed a mere probability of coming to this shape and these dimensions. Thich Nhat Hanh standing next to the physicist sees a congregation of clouds—raining down, feeding seedlings and trees—and the work of many hands. Reality is us seeing and instantly making stories in our heads to explain to ourselves what we thought we saw. We are ever trying to convince others (and ourselves) to accept our stories.

:- Doug.