The possibilities. Are greater than I imagined. I mean that good things have happened that have revealed that a bunch more good things are possible. And beyond that is what is really possible and good. What is possible is in no way limited by what I can imagine.
What I can imagine is limited by what I have experienced. What is possible occupies a much bigger space than that.
Don’t complain about the way things are; change them. One tiny increment of improvement is so much more interesting that great waves of accurate critique.
Peace. The peace of rocks melting at the center of the Earth. The peace of trees growing up here on the edge. Routine and endless transformation. Peace.