The previous flows into the present. It takes the form of arising thought. This is not thought about the past, but is the arising into new form of eternal being becoming. This is our new birth, unless we willfully jump up and down on the pogo stick of same-o same-o. New thoughts, new conceptual feelings arise. We are born anew yet never severed from the life-sustaining umbilical cord of the cosmos. Babes in joy land.
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