Paradox

It feels to me that our (Maria’s and mine) life is fairly solid, well grounded and more or less predictable, a pleasant feeling.  I am also quite aware that the feeling, at least as far as the earthly plane, is not in the least true, and I am good with both.  The feeling, my realization of the feeling being illusory and enjoyment of each, are all part of being awake and living in the present.  Paradox is fine - just part of life.