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Life......indeed. Faith and trust. To see, all the good. In myself. Life is a gift...and my being is not chance. It is so important that I do all...but faith tells me that in this life, it will not be accomplished, but by believing and knowing the truth of life, all will be done. Why am I so afraid? Of not documenting this flow of raw life force? There is a thought there, but my hands are weakening, and I can not weave tapestry as I did. That is another aspect of time and life...it comes to an end....but! No! Discerning the flow of raw life...the thoughts conveyed will be grasped by another. The day will be completed, but will I have acquired life? I am so circumscribed. But in another way, I am without limit. The end of life, and the continuity of it...the assurance of meaning and purpose accomplished, if only because I yearn for it.