How does it feel to stand on the edge? To look over the side into a dark unknown? What is the unknown? I've hear it said that the unknown is where all that can be starts out. If that's true then, to me, the unknown it just a bunch of possible outcomes. Simply a vastness of possibility, as infinite as space.
What generates one outcome over another? How does possibility become reality?
As I stand on the edge of the cliff, am I scared or exhilarated? My experience may determine whether I fall or fly. If all things are possible (definition of possibility: all that can be.), then all experiences are possible. If all experiences are possible, then how does one experience occur over another? Can I choose my experience in this moment, and the next? If so, then I may be generating my reality. I can choose exhilaration! I can choose to fly!
It's possible...
(By the way, this picture is of the inside of a fallen tree. Sometimes the unknown seems so big and it turns out to be very small.)
copyright Yvonne Falk '09 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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