I used to hang out in the middle of parks in the darkness of eve to use the cloak of nightfall to leverage some chemical buoyancy of spirit (or, more usually, scaffolding off a hefty dose of spirits).These days, one of my favourite things to do is to buy some time out, get my butt to a park after dark, stand there for a bit, and breathe in all that space.
Staring at the moon, deriving the length of that great big gap between Her, and Me, I get reminded of how completely insignificant, completely irrelevant I am, to the cosmos and her functioning, which was before, is now, and will be ever after me.
At the same time, to drop, completely, into a sensed expression of the body, and to know, right there, that hard determinism has little to do with the life force that I am graced with day after day as I return to, and move through, the tiny layer of air that supports my very life function as I, as we, pick up our feet, and walk.
Heredity plus environment? Hah. Heredity plus environment plus soul, baby.
Bring on that libertarian nonsense, I say.
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