tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349181441847920817.post249851562972808111..comments2015-11-04T01:58:04.004-08:00Comments on Awakening Journal: Giving and takingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05297295300204430838noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349181441847920817.post-44348543671656221192015-04-25T21:30:34.166-07:002015-04-25T21:30:34.166-07:00It's been a long time since I've read this...It's been a long time since I've read this entry. It makes a little more sense to me now, your words hold a graspable understanding that I can now hold onto. Out of this, I find one true counterbalance to entropy, to this inevitable separation and death. Death of not just life since that is normally how we characterize it, but the death of our own meaning and the meaning of itself. I see love. Something that is always there, has always been there. Only the right eyes and the right heart, can see and feel the warmth of it eternally beating within this universe.<br /><br />Who knows, maybe I'm not making any sense. Or maybe, there is no sense to be made of the wonder that is life. Write well, beloved blogger. Your audience is always here, with open ears and an open heart. ��Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599023525636032658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349181441847920817.post-58519130150865101182015-04-25T21:19:40.036-07:002015-04-25T21:19:40.036-07:00It's been a long time since I've read this...It's been a long time since I've read this entry. It makes a little more sense to me now, your words hold a graspable understanding that I can now hold onto. Out of this, I find one true counterbalance to entropy, to this inevitable separation and death. Death of not just life since that is normally how we characterize it, but the death of our own meaning and the meaning of itself. I see love. Something that is always there, has always been there. Only the right eyes and the right heart, can see and feel the warmth of it eternally beating within this universe.<br /><br />Who knows, maybe I'm not making any sense. Or maybe, there is no sense to be made of the wonder that is life. Write well, beloved blogger. Your audience is always here, with open ears and an open heart. ��Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599023525636032658noreply@blogger.com