The Deep End

2024.12.13

Good morning, that wonderful place.

This. The writing itself.

What about writing itself?

Hello, O/ by the way. Hope your day is as good as you.

It feels Holy to me.

Yup, right into the deep end of the proverbial pool this morning.

Four feet deep, eight feet deep, Holy deep.

Spirit deep.

We ought to talk about it more.

Outside of churches and temples, mosques and synagogues, we ought to talk about the practical applications of spirit, ought to have a working definition for soul.

Especially with the advent of AI into our lives, what we actually are becomes crucial to our days if we're going to feel any purpose.

Our current beliefs on what actions are necessary to have a good day, to have a good life, are about to change drastically.

Most of your daily checklists you'll be able to throw away. Basic care for your body, for instance.

From gathering and growing crops, to working and cleaning, advances in technology will make what we spend so much of our days doing now obsolete.

Good. Finally time to do those things you always wanted to do.

Remember those?

But what happens when that life, one of pleasure and leisure, becomes commonplace?

There can be no Paradise without a sense of purpose.

Life is more than an exercise in the sensual. Why else daydream if not to see those dreams made true? What's that process all about? Why is it there at all?

Once our body's care is set on auto-pilot what do we do with our time if not tend to our dreams?

Deepest end of the thought pool this morning, dreamy meaning of life thoughts.

Words and doing words. Dreams and doing dreams. My life's point and purpose.

How about yours? What's the Company called You's mission statement?

Dream one up, take care, and have your better day.