03-05-2012, 12:00 AM
And speak of the devil, since the devil's in the details (and since, in seeking formlessness, I'm feeling that the walls between good and bad, Satan and God perhaps even?...they dissolve)...my youngest again this morning is talking to her breakfast which I over-hear while gathering things together for work. She's addressing her left-over chicken nuggets specifically, saying "Why hello there my precious, delicious chicken nuggets! I love you! You taste so good!!" LOL! I know its Infinity talking through her to anyone who might hear...to itself, saying..."This is the way to formlessness: nagual affection...abstract affection...for the tiniest details that surround us all the time in a constant, streaming river that never stops and is never the same"