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Maturity

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The first part was to lose all memory, forget all experience, wipe the slate clear, tabula rasa, and then follow the sounds and open my eyes. 

Or perhaps my first input was through my heart. Yes, i think it was feelings, feelings and images NOT from the eyes but from, well from where I came from. The thoughts I came from. Oh, that feeling of coming "from", of Time, i suppose was my first notion of separation. 

And then it was accumulation, gathering wonders, becoming a collection. This becoming collection of wonders is what I now appreciate as the process of MATURITY. Even the enormous floodings of experiences from the first instant of my selfness i soon recognized as a disappearingly minute subset of what I continued to breathe into my awareness. 

My exploding MATURITY. 

It's not just being aware, but connecting dots into a framework, the framework of my reality. I saw the pixels of my world slowly reveal as having growing space between them, space that allowed more pixels to appear in between. The increasing quantities of pixels colored in a different picture than I had once believed in. 

As I MATURE, I become wiser than I once was, and I try to not forget that this expanding wisdom is infinite. I am older and wiser, but still, at some level, a babe in the woods.

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The Circle Is Open!

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Seven Daughs