Consciousness is dealing. We wonder how the hand will play out. Are the potato chips crisp enough? The refreshments adequate?
Consciousness, our personal master.
Is it ever – to be ruled?
Will a word ever be spoken, an action taken, without it being hinged to the dictates of our past?
Instead of finding, will we ever create?
Will we ever cast aside our beliefs and problems from our view of the sunlight???
For even a moment?
The Infinite 