And got the feeling that if I were looking at this image when I died I would surely die with a smile on 
my lips and peace in my heart. It’s like a glimpse into the truth, I guess, whatever that is, or like an emergent aspect of consciousness. This is coming from a Unitarian atheist…
Be kind to yourself and others.
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I suspected so but when I clicked on “find on Google,” there were a number of sites so I overlooked yours as a stepping stone. Sorry. What my mouth really waters over is the first image that appeared only once yesterday, at the beginning, and wouldn’t come back again: Looking up from a library directly into the sky where birds are flying over. That was you, wasn’t it?
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