that i can create things. that you can create things. that the entire world is a doorway, and there’s a spirit standing just over the threshold, saying come on over, come on in. the water is warm. the days are getting warmer. there are no rules except the ones you make for yourself. the whole world says yes to you, says yes to life, says yes to creation. would there be this many plants if the world itself didn’t love living? would we have nearly the range of colors, of sounds, of animals and fungi and flowers? breath. the body. the breakthrough of sun through the clouds. the breakthrough of sound that cuts through the room like butter through a knife.
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