There is no meaning. What’s the meaning of the universe? What’s the meaning of a flea? It’s just there. That’s it. Your own meaning is that you’re there. We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about.
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