All of my roses are yellow.That is just how they grow.I wished they have red color flow. And couples around me follow as I begin to fall.One petal after another,I try and make it red.But everyone has someone while for...

I'm not unique. I'm not important. I'm not even a mote in this existence.   You too are neither unique or important. Just another speck. Helplessly drifting through time and space. Entangled with everything else.   What I am, what you are Is pure consciousness  Not separate,not joined,just one.   We are...