I am never nothing, I am endless. Even when I do nothing but draw breath, I am the second law of thermodynamics. I am.
So then, can I ever do nothing? Is that death? Maybe, but in death, I am fodder for life. I am holy ground for the silent and scorned. I am the Birth of lives I will never see, of generations of organisms whose ancestors watched my ancestors become.
So then when I do my least ,even without an iota of effort, I am a microcosm. I am a peaceful universe unto myself. This is the gift of least effort. The Gift of Being.
What then, is the gift of practice, of doing? The Gift of Becoming?
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Tarik Murrell
A physicist learning to write.
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I want to eat from my writing. I feed it , so it can feed me.
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