How the hell do you exist?

How the hell does any of THIS exist?

It’s so unbelievably amazing.

But it’s so taken for granted.

You’re obsessed with your experience.

Always looking for a better one.

That’s just how it happens.

But how the hell.

Is it even possible.

For you to be having any experience at all?

How the hell do you exist?

Do you have any idea at all?

And if you’re not making yourself exist.

And nothing else is making itself exist.

What does that mean?

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All there is, is “This”.

This “ultimate creative universal energy”.

This “infinite”.

This “everything”.

Happening right here, right now, always and everywhere.

All by itself.

Without anybody doing any of it.

And this is what you are.

What everything is.