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Nothing is hidden from those whose eyes are open. With open eyes we see it all, take it in, and have no need of more—no need to understand, to put into words the mysteries of ripening and dying. It happens, and seeing suffices.
It's like the goddess's way of being in our lives: she is here. She reveals herself through life—and that's the secret. Pay attention to what is, not for omens and portents but for the ineffable joy of being.
It's the omens and portents that steer us onto the wrong course. The task, if we insist on using that imperative idea, is simply to en-joy our lives. Every minute we devote to anger, anxiety, and Angst is an opportunity squandered.
Brand it on your forehead: En-joy yourself, it's later than you think.
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