I see it in you and me today and everyday. We claw about our lives full of purpose all the while always asking what my purpose is. We are so introspective that we end up out of balance. Is there not beauty in balance? Is there not purpose in the serendipitous architecture of human personality and interests cast into the perfectly balanced machinations of reality and the cosmos. Should we not look to the great watchmaker he who invented time and spent an eternity considering you before he mentioned the word light and ask: “who am I?”
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