Why would you ever think you’re less than the sun? If you’ve ever thought that you needed something or someone to complete you in this life, you weren’t alone. That’s how this social construct functions. It programs us to feel incomplete so that it can sell us stuff - ideas, colors, tastes, concepts, products, perspectives, view points, etc. If the construct wants to sell us a certain color, say pink, it will invade our sensory field with everything that has to do with that color. It will unleash the army of cupcake and Barbie salespeople in form of friends, films, family members, posters, school bulletin boards, pink cuddly kittens. It will make us want to be like Barbie, then it will dress Barbie pink so that we are bewitched by pink, and then it will sell us everything Barbie. Next thing we know, any originality we possessed, is gone. We didn’t even get a chance to scratch the surface of our own unique creative process, we are already fed pink. Here comes the assembly line of pink f-in barbies to complete our incomplete sense of self!
You see, you are like the sun! You already are complete. If you pay close attention, you will see that you are literally in the center of the universe. The universe doesn’t have any corners - nor does it have a circumference, therefore, wherever you stand, you will inevitably find yourself directly in the center of everything. Like the sun, you are in the center and like the sun, you give light. Merely by paying or giving attention, you give life to all that you look at. You give energy to all that gravitate towards you. Wherever the wings of your attention spread, life burst into being. Your creativity is in your hands, not a mass produced character with fake eyelashes.
Wives, husbands, friends, partners, fish, cats and dogs… they are not here to complete you, but to enjoy life together. Don’t think of yourself as half. Know yourself as whole. Wake up and use the construct so that it doesn’t use you!
A little excerpt from EE. Cummings poem One’s not half of two; two are halves of one. The title says it all, but here it is “one is the song which fiends and angels sing: all murdering lies by mortals told make two.”
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