Every leaf has its own stem. Every stream has its own bed. Every mountain has its own peak. Every morning has its own night. Every finger has its own print. Every tree has its own shape. Every life has its own light.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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This speaks directly to a concern I had been lingering over this afternoon. Thank You.
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