in the world of socks, why is it that some of the oldest, out of shape ones never go missing?

Maybe the answer is that there isn't one. Maybe the answer is that there isn't JUST one.

The minute we can no longer do something is likely the minute we miss it more strongly than we ever valued it.

May the beauty within you cast a shadow on the world today.

Where did our picture of reality come from? Throughout time challenged realities have changed the landscape of the world in which we live... I think I have some landscaping to do.

What if discord comes from a lack of love awareness? How might an awareness of that change how we interact with others and the world?