He knows the gift of his giving~ness
He knows not what they receive.
A brief bio on myself: 70 ++ years ago, he was born there. Now, he lives here. And, in between there and then, and here and now… everything happened; and then again, nothing (no~thing) happened.
My father was my father. My mother was my mother. I was schooled and trained… fell asleep in a world of sleeping cats and dogs, just like everyone else. And yet, and yet, somehow… somehow, I found the intention, attention, awareness, the long will and patience to wake~up to the ‘human condition.’
Now, what do you say to a ‘talking stone’ when he/they whispers in your ear ?? An interesting question, is it not, my friend ??