We choose to see only that which we wish to see, and particularly, that which is good or celebrated. Our celebrities are only ourselves, as are king and queens and athlete stars. Our best parts are that kind of extension, whereas we denounce our perfection, but then, rescue it in the daily transactions of life. From the private world of singularity, as if peering over the bus seats or airplanes half to most way back, suddenly we are posed in the world communicating to others, as if the cell were a direct line to the gods. The power once only belonging to the gods and kings is ours, we are them.
The flower? is called, Rejoice!
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