Look at me in my eyes. There’s a direct connect when me and you do this. We join at some real point when our eyes join. We know it because it’s what we often do and we get that we all have this gift and it’s part of everyone’s glorious connectability.

And see all the living, breathing, bodies- my body, and yours and theirs, and the dog’s too. What a coincidence that while we’re here, we each have this body-thing that we do things with, and we all  can use them for excellent signaling to each other, and so fun.  Yes, you and we all have these similar bodies and are so alike in what we get to do. 

And there’s something we all want too, all of us. Our desire to live and be is just so always up for us that we forget it’s up but it is, and it’s good, because it keeps us wound up and going toward it. In some way, everyone desires.  You can bet on it, so desire’s another thing we line up similarly as having.  We have not even left anyone out yet- we’re that similar. 

Could we really all be the same statistically? It’s looking like it so far.

And your heart- you’re not heartless. You can’t really be. We all have a cosmic heart- something about you is love and you have to own it at some point. Own your heart-beauty. And it’s everyone’s. Owning what’s our own is a great gift we have to get, even wait for until we get how, and even help each other get we own and are owned, what a great thing to do- hint each other that we all own what is really our own-each, every, and all, and our heart is that we have as our own,and no one left behind and alone. In some way, we’re all so similarly fortunate receivers of similar gifts. 

Could it be that simple?- That similarity is reality? Could innumerable issues all just boil down? What if, since we’re kind of very similar,  we imagine that our needs are actually similar too, even our happiness can be accessed through acknowledging  our similar-ness.

We have this similarity and it has to be for some fun reason. What if we blew off our perennial hobby of pretending that we’re clusters of dissimilar and unrelated  strange-strangers?

What if, instead of thinking that our differences is the only thing real and what we need, we start seeing our alikenesses everywhere and within everyone, in relation to each? We each then, as we leave our old separation-anxiety, are more able to open to the totality of beauty streaming at us, as each of us.

Profound similarity to each other is true, and when remembered,  gives us each a more harmonious experience in how we bump around with each other.

We’re so similar.