My opening?
“As way opens:” attend: is this my opening?
:- Doug.
Maybe the source just might be this little speck of working, smaller than you could see, exploding growing outward, now everywhere in a universe of galaxies without number, growing, growing, all the power that exists, all the doing, all the being, ever, ever, all source in a drop of water in some high country unknown becoming mighty rivers rushing to mighty seas, in this unfathomable sea of stars. Maybe. Maybe nothing like this.
:- Doug.
