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March 21, 2010
But the dream I had in 1996 was this: I held a small something, just born. It was life--not human, not animal. A life. I tried to put it in a box, then a bag (both comfortable, or so I imagined, with holes for breathing). But this was not the kind of containment it needed. It faltered as I worried, wondered if I could sustain it. As it grew sicker I held it loosely in my right palm with my left hand cupped lightly over it. My bare hands were all it wanted. I tried to generate warmth and comfort as I listened and it told me how to take care of it. Posted by Melissa Price at 09:18 PMA human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. -- Einstein Posted by Melissa Price at 08:20 PM
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