Plagierism

Ya know? I have been doing some thinking lately, along the lines of thoughts that a friend of mine once verbalized in his blog. His viewpoint, his outlook struck so many true chords in my psyche... I am going to post it here.

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Curious.

I'm supposed to be working, but I can't concentrate. My head is swimming. I can't find a salient thought to hold on to, rather, every moment that passes leads to another introspection. I'm not going to fight it anymore, just going to start typing, and try to find the bottom of the rabbit hole here.

A friend I talked to recently told me "you're so tall, and I love your blue eyes.."
Instead of the normal reaction, one of pride or conceit, I felt the opportunity, the burden to educate.

"I'm so tall, and you love my blue eyes. Can you tell me what I did to create these eyes? Did some hard work or righteousness in the eyes of god lead to my above average height, or my incredible ass? Or is it possibly that you are so trivial and petty that you look at people only with your own eyes?" It didn't take long to recognize the slow, low hum of ringtone.

I am made of the same cosmic matter as everything else. There is no compound within my body which is unique throughout the universe, and the same covalent bonds and crystalline lattice structures holding the rest of the universe together are here, also, on this planet, and yes, indeed, inside of me..

Things that matter, and things that don't…
Your exterior skin coloration, your body style, hair color... I liken it to a shopping bag..
When you go to the grocery store, you meander up and down the aisles, placing food, toiletries, etc in your cart.. these are the things that matter..

When you check out, you are given a means of transporting these goods, a transmission medium, if you will. A shopping bag.

You didn't go shopping for the shopping bag. You didn't choose it. But it's yours to take home, and do with as you please. Recycle it. Trash it. Burn it, it doesn't matter.

But the things that you purchased, the things that are delivered IN that shopping bag? They are the things that YOU chose. For the nourishment of your family, of yourself. The betterment (hopefully) of your life. These are the things that you desire, that you want, for yourself, your family. But the vessel? The medium, the device of transmission? These things do not matter on any level..

What matters to me, is a pure, true connection, a unity of thought and deed..

As Carl Jung puts it: The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is a reaction, both are transformed.

Another thing came to mind. When you take physics, you learn the Law of Conservation of Energy; that there is neither matter, nor energy created or destroyed in the universe, merely transferred. Using this logic, it's fair to assume:
The strength in us has always been.
The strength in us is in all things; people, planets, stars, gods..
All things are everything, and we are all made of the same cosmic matter...
We are organic, and we live in a time not only of injustice, but of un-just-ness. And it's up to each of us, on our own terms, to reclaim our birthright as sentient, powerful beings, to live together with others in accord, with peace, and with true, pure harmony. The blood that flows in our veins was once a star in some far-off, long extinct and forgotten galaxy.. We are eternal, and what we can become collectively far exceeds what we are individually.

I'm just sayin'.

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And I am agreeing..... for the most part