There is a pattern to life, one that stretches the imagination by its very complex nature. It is this that is behind everything. This pattern is unique: it explains everything that is and yet is so complex that the mind of man cannot expand enough to absorb its complexity.
It is a colourful pattern, full of many wonderful things, things that are an infinite enhancement upon any notion of beauty you can conceive. There is no limit to its beauty in fact. It is the perfection of beauty called “love”, true love, and it is everywhere. It is the pattern and all else is illusion, less pretty and sometimes even ugly. Yet all is well with the universe. It is complete.
There is nothing more to say on the subject other than that life mirrors this pattern for those who seek its truth and in its perfection nothing is wrong. Let it all go and be happy in the space of beauty that you then create for yourself, for such is the illusion of life that its expression finds light once more and nothing can then deprive you of that light and all is well.
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