The fact that one is living It - even without awareness or verve. That it precedes us and extends infinitely beyond us.
That it is an existence context into which we are made conscious without obvious choice to come and go (excepting the seeming choice to leave via suicide)
astounds. the metaphysical, intangible and very real nature of what we necessarily inherit and pass through.
But, we do not simply pass. Does it pass through us? Continually, until flesh and its faculties fall away. And even then, It continues to pass. Through other consciousness media.
it is a dreary morning
yet a bird chirps or trills every 3 to 10 seconds
people are audibly rousing and i have eyes heavy-lidded, belly potently tea full. berobed and awestruck in contemplation