REALLY Appreciating the "Giant Double Rainbow" (And I Mean REALLY)

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I am... DYING. And if I were to be completely honest with you (as though I'm ever not...), my bitter ass was slightly disappointed at the lack of carnage. I was quietly hoping for lightning to strike him, but no...

This guy is hysterical. Literally. And now that I think of it, I'll have what he's having. (Mushrooms?)

But again, to be completely honest, I hope that I can be more like this guy. Not the sobbing part... But the... His... enthusiasm... His appreciation. TRUE appreciation... His... Oohh, F it. The sobbing too. Bring it on. I'd like to be more like him... It's better than where I'm currently at.

So, we have our dashing correspondent in D.C. to thank for this contribution... Thank you, Dickie!!

xoxoxo

oh my god... oh my god... OH MY GOD... I JUST DID A TRIPLE "XOXOXO". A TRIPLE ONE!!! OH MY GOD... right there. not 30 words ago I wrote a TRIPLE "xoxoxo"

oh my god... I DID IT AGAIN!!!!

*sob, sob, sob*

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What Hurts The Soul?

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We tremble, thinking we're about to dissolveinto nonexistence, but nonexistence fears even more that it might be given human form!

Loving is the only pleasure. Other delights turn bitter. What hurts the soul?

To live without tasting the water of its own essence. People focus on death and this material earth. They have doubts about soul water.

Those doubts can be reduced! Use night to wake your clarity. Darkness and the living water are lovers. Let them stay up together.

When merchants eat their big meals and sleep their dead sleep, we night-thieves go to work.

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Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things.

Love is the mother. We are her children. She shines inside us, visible-invisible,

as we lose trust or feel it start to grow again.

~ Rumi (September 30, 1207 – December 17, 1273)

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