Worshipping Lali

The final frontier is no frontier at all

Man’s last frontier is no frontier at all – for a frontier presupposes not only a given boundary, but a given traveller, the idea of departures and the promise of arrival. But we will not arrive intact – for what we often mistake to be an epic odyssey of lone progress is the inexhaustible whole touching itself, in shuddering stretches of ecstasy – in yearnings too deep for identities and comings and goings.

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  • Morgine Jurdan on February 20, 2016

    Yes I agree! I am remembering I AM God, lost in the exquisiteness of all my creations, rolling in ecstasy and bliss and awe, more and more every precious moment of every day. Before missing the bliss so lost in a journey to get someplace else, forgetting it’s all, always here, wherever I am!

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Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.