I often marvel at the present moment, representing (as it does) both the culmination and the continuation of all known history: a cord tease-able into millions of threads of perspective - as many as there are people to experience them... and maybe then some.
As terrible as it can seem sometimes, the present moment is ripe with rightness. Of all possible universes - this one, this planet, this year, this day, this moment and finally me... this iteration of me plucked out of the sea of my past possibilities.
That starts to sound and feel like 'destiny' - but you can only call it destiny after its done. In the meantime, there's the present moment, and there's possibility.
Saman tree, Trinidad
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