There is so much beauty in the ways of Life (and Life is us), in its design, in the slow movement in which everything happens as is meant to be. As when we are dreaming at night, the subject in the dream doesnt know what is going to happen the next moment, but the dreamer creates it all.
We can not see reality and circunstances as a designed story, yet we created it, and we follow the path forgeting our own creation.
Everything is good, caring, benign, and sometimes extravagant too.
And then we feel like smiling buddhas
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