Early gray morning, driving quiet streets.
Monotonous buildings. One after another, unending.
Dull strings of parked cars, silent bland intersections. Jumbles of business signs.
Alone, melancholy, placid life.

Two baristas. Morning energy.
Friendly “good morning”. Smiling. Even some genuineness it seems.
Compelling my “good morning” in response. First words of the day.
Appreciating, without realizing, their acknowledgement of my existence.

Others arriving. Interactions and acknowledgements.
In the nature of commerce, but also it seems, with some sincerity.
With habitual and little effort, revealing mutual existence and inherent goodness.
Then scattering into the day.

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I walk streets greeting people I know, and some I don’t.
I loll in cafes, with lively friends and others, but also enjoy the quiet before they arrive.
I sip drinks with a friend, sometimes a new acquaintance, in a dim bar with tunes in the background.
In my earnest living and sometime tranquility.

We talk about our essence, true self, or soul. Is this a mirage of words seeking a meaning? Or my psyche wanting to make sense of life, in the midst of billions? As I do what I do.

Incomprehensible reality surges around me — a wisp of primal energy.
An entity, for a moment in time, like everyone and everything else, in the cosmos.
Absorbed in the immensity of existence.

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