It is always healthy to be honest.
In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.
And so to tame Christmas we spin myths to temper the story, we create our own caricatures to speak our own lines into the script, we gift ourselves to enhance an adventure now lagging, and we think we’re on a grand adventure when we’ve completely forgotten what an adventure is.
Sacrifice of the self is sheer stupidity if sacrifice is not for the self.
An assembly is extra slow in taking actions.
What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb script of girl.
I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.
Decisions are the privilege we’ve been granted to have a hand in penning the script of our lives. And in the writing, the question is not the availability of the paper or the pen. The question is the wisdom to use them rightly.
And who would dare write their own death into the script so that the rest of the characters in the tale might live? God of course.
It is the ego’s purpose that makes everything seem dis-united and like separate events. The constant purpose is the thread that ties all events together. The script is really a continuous thing, rather than discreet events. I did this next and this happened, then I went there. That is the way it is talked about when the mind believes in sequential time and events. But once we get a sense that there is purpose that ties them all together, that is when the fusion between all the events takes place.