An exuberant capriccio! Our self-conceived realm of being often fits into containers. Then what? One would think we could easily get in or out of a pot, but sometimes we get stuck. The space inside dilates and contracts. I'm actually a lot, but in the pot I think I'm not.
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An exuberant capriccio! Our self-conceived realm of being often fits into containers. Then what? One would think we could easily get in or out of a pot, but sometimes we get stuck. The space inside dilates and contracts. I'm actually a lot, but in the pot I think I'm not.