Look around at the patterns that surround us.
The sun comes up. The sun goes down.
There’s day. There’s night.
Four seasons continually turn into each other and repeat the process.
The thing that holds the thing that holds the thing we are in is expanding.
What could this be telling us?
What is this saying about the foundations of our reality?
Are there a great rhythms to great truth?
And, if so, are we waltzing with them?
So much in our overlooked peripherals is whispering, “Like this.”