nobody_said_it_would_be_easy . But then, no one said it would be difficult, either. 081207 ... Ouroboros and nobody knows anything, anyway! 081207 ... unhinged the_scientist but nobody said it would be this hard 081208 ... tourist It is teh struggle that makes things difficult. The swimmer that races against the flow tires quickly while the flotsam riding the current is at rest even while moving downstream. It is expectation that creates dissatisfaction. The desire for things not present creates a sense of scarcity. If I accept my current condition as a gift, I will be satisfied. This thing that is occuring, occurs for it's own reason, I am mearly an observer, I function as an input device reporting on the state of the Now on behalf of the Eternal. This Thing that is occuring Is Not My Doing, Is Not obliged to favor my kind over another, yet has deemed to allow me into itself for it's own ends. At least for a time. I revel in the complexity, and elegant simplicity alike. I cannot explain the sensations of pleasure or pain with any degree of certainty. Does my Existing hold any more meaning than my Passing away? Does the Ripple in the stream affect it's journey to the Sea? 081208 what's it to you? who go blather from