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beckychandler · F
“It was then, upon that bright morning, alone on my bicycle, that I was hit with an intense awareness. Sweeping through me and mingling with a heightened sense of well-being, physical as well as spiritual, there burst upon me the shattering conviction that I was, I existed. I was Being, separated from the abyss of Nothingness. I simply laughed out loud suffused with my good fortune. The privilege of existing at all covered the whole world and everything I looked at seemed to smile back, luxuriating in the beauty and glory of its own reality.” ~ Frederick Wilhelmsen http://bit.ly/1sW7iX5 , describing an event when he was 9 yrs old in the pre-World War II Detroit Catholic Ghetto
Kathryn05 · 41-45, F
@beckychandler Here here Becky