At center, there is only one path; and all that is my being- quietly follow…
Some mysteries have no answer; but in its elusive ways, it is clear when not seeking to clarify in words.
(On this very Sunday, my mind crossed these thoughts…)
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November 27, 2007 at 11:00 pm
Wattana
Another beautiful image Mike! Hmmm, would “center” also imply going off in infinite directions too? Like a circle; shrunk down to a centralized point but it still retains its circular form too. I guess I’m not as focused as you are in my path. I better catch that train…
November 28, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Rainplace
Nice to hear from you Wattana
Our center appear in various sizes and shapes, pending on each inner interpretation…so you can get on the infinite ’straight line’ train and i can get on your infinite ’singular circle’…so large that it is a ‘contained infinitely huge circle’ to so small it is like a ‘precise singular dot’, pending on particular point-of-view…
January 5, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Brianne
That looks like the train I get to ride when I go to sleep.
January 7, 2008 at 3:58 pm
rainplace
Pleasant dreams Brianne! and Happy 2008 to you