Spent a few hours at Mills End coffee shop, my usual spot was a bit crowded. This Saturday is a beautiful one. As I gazed out the large, glass windows a world of human activity was underway. People coming and going on the light rails, families were strolling down the street enjoying the day in sun. The town of Tempe was almost festive in its vibe. The passing of life's moments engaged in the act of living how perfect that was, life un-conceptualized, unbounded by ideas of what it is supposed to be. Life was just life, expressing itself through the activity of its being. Perhaps there exists a degree of wisdom in this.
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