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We all make ripples.
Our actions, or what we perceive to be inactions..are all action.
My houseplants breathe in my carbon dioxide if I am awake,
or if I'm sleeping.
The mites that live at the base of our eyelashes are always feeding.
I forget who said something on the order of,
"Situations are not meaningful in themselves,
we are the ones that give meaning to situations."
Years ago, (and still sometimes occasionally)
I would wake up in the middle of the night, all sweaty and scared,
with the thought, "damn, I really am going to die some day...fuck."
The thought of losing my precious self, my Ego, was a maddening,
scary, realization.
None of us are alone with this.
We are all in the same soup, of this angsty stuff.
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