Human curmudgeonly feeling
At our party last night B said “I hate surprises.” I can remember when I said that, really felt that. Last night I kept my silence, pondering. Hating surprises I will put off to human curmudgeonly feeling: This is taking me away from what I wanted! I pondered that surprises are now to me something good: they betoken creativity and emergence, forms of divinity arising. Destiny arising. A detour that is the main road. Or could be the main road. An invitation.
:- Doug.
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