The Zany Spirit of Oneness
Or: How to Stop Wrestling with Yourself and Learn the Happy Dance There’s a great cosmic joke hidden in plain sight—the way reveals the way… when I stop tripping over my own feet. Turns out, life isn’t a labyrinth of riddles but more like a wacky treasure hunt where X marks the spot, but only when I stop squinting so hard at the map. What I cherish most are those glorious, technicolor moments of unity—the kind that make me feel like the whole world is in on some grand, cosmic flash mob. That *zing* of interconnectedness where I cease being just me and morph into a joyful ripple in the great pond of existence