We’re all driving loaners.

When you tally up your losses, don’t forget your head.

When the bottom falls out, so does the top.

No matter how you slice it, it’s still consciousness.

No matter what language it speaks, it’s still consciousness.

No matter how many words are spoken, it’s still silence.

No matter how short or long a life, it’s still eternal.

No matter how angry or sad we feel, we are still infinite joy

The paradoxical truth is what we are.

Vicki Woodyard
Author, Bigger Than The Sky