When one seeks to suck the marrow from the bones of life, certain distinctions necessarily fade away. First off,the lines between ourselves and others become indistinct. When we hug, our bacteriologic communities mingle. If we breathe each others breath, we have inoculated one another for life. On a macroscopic level, the same noble gasses, like helium, neon, argon, krypton xenon and radon are the exact same atoms that our ancestors had in their lungs, the exact same ones that the dinosaurs had down in their lungs. If we are bonded in this way to the entire ecosphere and the "ones" we become close to, some of who and what we are is the same. It is one thing to say, "We are one.", something completely different to live in that awareness. One takes just a second, the other eclipses the whole "brother's keeper mentality by BE-ing your brother, sister, friend.
Living passionately requires staying in what some have called flow. Artists frequently comment that their entire awareness becomes fixated at the point where paint flows off their brush onto the canvass or that hours passed in the "real" (everybody else's) world, but felt as if the entire night was but a moment. Traveling in time sounds scary until you experience it. As a pagan, I honor the standstills in our relationships with our Sun and Planets. As a young man, I got the maritime document cataloging declinations of the moon rises and sets for many years, plotting them to become aware of the moon standstill. I had never heard of Alexander Thom and his 1971 book, Megalithic Lunar Observatories, published by Oxford Press, but I felt the pull of the great orb, Grandmother Moon. when the movie Moonstruck first entered my eye, it hit me that what Cosmos moon was is the highest night on the Moon's Northward Journey. without fully investing myself in each moment, I may not have even noticed.
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