All my heroes are one-dimensional as far as I can tell. The Buddha was "One thus come," with no airs about him. He gave up the multi-dimensional life for a begging bowl, and was happy just being who he was. Everybody who knows what's important is that way, and they don't stray far from the center of what matters most. And I aspire to be as they are in my declining years. Sitting alone, looking out the window suits me just fine-- because that leaves ample room for reflection, which is the pathway to new realizations. There is always something more to see for those who know how to look, asking all of the questions that beg to be asked, saying all of the things that cry out to be said, digging away to get to the bottom of everything which gets deeper and wider the farther we go, so that there is no end to the journey, and laughter is an eternal companion of the way.
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I just look out the window with no perplexing questions or quandries… At least your mind is still in pursuit!
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