I found myself in an elevator with a woman who was disabled, herself, this morning. We were both on or way to a radiology office. She turned, and looked at me and Good job Dick Tracey, where did you park your car?" I didn't get mad, I felt a tremendous amount of compassion for her. She obviously was only capable to recognize physical truth. That means that she can only see her own physical truth, as well.
I try so hard not to allow my physical truth to become my personal truth. That's harder than it sounds. How do you not become what you so obviously are? I still don't have the answer to that. At my very basic understanding of the concept, I live everything else ...
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