Sparrows peck at the dirt under a tree and fly away into its branches like escaping criminals when I walk past. Which is more stunning? That the Tao sustains them in their daily life? Or that they exist at all?
How miraculously small we are.
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We are itty bitty brilliant flakes, can't hardly look at one of us directly, even for one moment...
"Brilliant flakes." I like that. Thanks.
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