I must confess that I don’t really enjoy my body getting old—it can be a chore just to get my britches on. However, our body aging is one of the easiest ways to know The Truth. Age seems to have made me much more aware—no, no, no—much more sensitive to the Divine Nature of all. The utter kindness in the relationship between my breath, trees and the sun is one example of thousands that demands first that I pay attention and secondly requires my grateful acknowledgment. I cannot be thankful to the tree or photosynthesis or lungs because they are incapable of consciously accepting my gratitude. There must be A One because the basis of all of these seems to be kindness, extravagant kindness toward me personally. Who would you suggest is kind enough to think it up, create it and then lavishly share it? Age seems to force me to see this Outlandish Kindness and demand gratefulness to either a process or Some One. It always seems to make sense that gratefulness is offered to Some One.
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