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“What is this thing called life? I believe

That the earth and the stars too, and the whole glittering universe, and rocks on the mountains have life,
Only we do not call it so–I speak of the life
That oxidizes fats and proteins and carbo-
Hydrates to live on, and from that chemical energy
Makes pleasure and pain, wonder, love, adoration, hatred and terror: how do these things grow
From a chemical reaction?
I think they were here already, I think the rocks
And the earth and the other planets, and the stars and the galaxies
have their various consciousness, all things are conscious;
But the nerves of an animal, the nerves and brain
Bring it to focus; the nerves and brain are like a burning-glass
To concentrate the heat and make it catch fire:
It seems to us martyrs hotter than the blazing hearth
From which it came. So we scream and laugh, clamorous animals
Born howling to die groaning: the old stones in the dooryard
Prefer silence; but those and all things have their own awareness,
As the cells of a man have; they feel and feed and influence each other, each unto all,
Like the cells of a human”s body making one being,
They make one being, one consciousness, one life, one God.”

“We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; We must unhmanize our views a little, and become confident As the rock and ocean that we were made from.” -Robinson Jeffers

Your throat chakra is located between your heart and your head                                                           your throat is a birth canal for your wisdom
consumerism is a conspiracy to shut your wisdom down-
-Mathew Fox

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