Those meanderings of heart and soul, that have you play with the ideas of the perimeter, are just you experimenting, feeling it out for what it is. Like the fish caught in my bucket, you decide which to keep and which ones to throw back into the pond of old ideas.
And even those still writhing in the bucket of your wondering, you observe, watch them move about, and know that ultimately they will move back into the terrain of "what has been" so that your bucket can be filled with something else.
None of this needs to be taken seriously. It is just your playground of momentary ideas, that you can laugh about at some future point—with love.
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