How many people do you
know like that? People who stop growing, then just regurgitate their
stuff over and over again for decades? I know habit slaves like that,
too. In some ways, I'm one of them also. There are still some things
I do over and again, hoping that one day I'll get a different
result. Now that's insane.
A seed that denies its
purpose, refuses to drop to the ground so that it might
transform and grow into something beautiful and fruitful, withers and dies. And
dead seed is good only for chook food.
Our human mission, should
we choose to accept it, is to die to our seed-iness, and be reborn to fulfill a greater destiny. I don't think I'm the first person to ever
say that.
The seed that clings to
its seediness denies the possibility that it carries within its
being. It says "No" to the opportunities of life. Chook food.
Being human is like being a
seed; life's purpose is to transcend its seed-ness, rebirth itself, get
on with the business of growing, and explore its potential.
In an expanding universe, standing schtum is not an option.
In an expanding universe, standing schtum is not an option.
Bottom line? – If you
ain't growing, you're dying.
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