complete, fragment, soul, account, trust ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born the uncarved block, I wonder if we are more complete at beginning or end of this life? In the beginning we are new, unused, pure, a specimen of nature, unable to communicate, sophisticate, but we are a communication, of nature of miracles! Untainted by the evils of this world, our trust is whole, not sick and fragmented. . . as it will later become. Our soul is pure, not riddled with scars and armor, trying to stay alive. There can be an intricate beauty to a human being who has made it through this life and kept alive something of that sweet goodness that we all start out with, and i think this more than anything is what will be on our account in the end.
There is a reason that the concept of karma came about long ago . . . it isn't just an idea someone made up. . . it's what we believe on some subconscious level, whether we want to or not. When you don't always treat other's the way you want to be treated and then someone wrongs you. . . one will assert on a conscious level how "I always treated that person right!" but in the subconscious mind there is record of times that other's were treated wrongly and it doesn't matter if it was the specific person or not, on some level we're not sure we're not getting back what we deserve for the times we behaved badly.
On some level we are aware of our own hypocrisy. . . but on some intermediate level we think we are safe from the effects of that knowledge as long as it is buried deep in the subconscious and it's opposite is asserted in the conscious mind . . . not true people, What is buried in the subconscious will be unearthed at the wrong time in some embarrassing manner* but if we were to own the truth in the light of day by choice, it does not have that effect, because when you let yourself know that about yourself you simultaneous know it about everyone else too! Where does this leave you? At eye level** with your fellow humans
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * much of the time happens that way ** level playing field
valiant, embodied, knowledge, grope, delicate ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes the miraculous can be found embodied in the quite dull and ordinary, but we will never see it unless we are looking for it. As long as we are too busy seeing ourselves grope with a mundane or even harsh existence, a gloomy lens that filters out the appearance of every blessing. . . knowledge is subjective more often than not, colored by attitude. Ah, but let me dispense with the delicate approach. . . you see, what you want to see! Perhaps, to rise above the drudgery, and see your life as blessed, indeed miraculous, would take a valiant effort that you don't think you've got in you; but I assure you that, if you nearly lost your accursed life, you would find that valiance in easy abundance.