There is no black. There is no white.

Green could easily be red.

The labels are only distinctions t hat shortcut our greater intelligence away from delving deeper into contemplating the inconceivable mystery that is life.

These shortcuts become barriers to truly seeing …

and being. Freeing oneself from the known distinctions into the unknowable is living.

Imagine all the ruthless brutality based in these immature distinctions.

The violence …

The hatred …

The oppression …

The utter irresponsible assault on life … all based in myopic distinctions and our delusional attachment to those illusory dams to greater understanding (compassion).

We are out-standing as the ¬†life of the unknown … on it’s rotating bedrock, suspended in space … or the neighborhood of the galaxy … of the inconceivable.

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