Let me tell you how delicious you are.

How amazing.

And let’s consider the beauty of creation.

Because that’s you, making up stuff.

The beauty of sadness.

The excitement of anger.

The miracle of hope.

The sweetness of romance.

The pure potential of thoughts.

A whole life, created from moment to moment.

Rich, dull, colorful, dark, up, and down.

That’s you, constantly expanding, building, changing.

Even the person you think you are is part of that process.

Just like the future you’re longing for.

The past you’re embarrassed by.

A smile that turns into a frown.

Inspiration.

Celebration.

Constipation.

A vivid story, meticulously detailed, richly furnished, and beautifully coated.

Life is what you are.

Life, experiencing itself, unknowingly.

Consciousness, lost in a dream, an apparent body, and seemingly finite traits and qualities.

You are pure, constant, boundless creation that is SO incredibly cool and confident, that it totally forgets about its origin.

You’re like a miracle with amnesia.

So, so delicious.

That’s you.

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