Sometimes the only comfort we can provide another is the simple elegance that is the silence of two souls near. To just be there with them, with little use in using the spells of language, some experiences require support of existence, and that’s it. Given the apt and consistent wish to have unique experiences, humanity forfeits many comforts in familiarity, opting for something new, different, and brighter than the last. Why waste the moon with the stars? Appreciate both or choose one. Many choose to be held down by the gravity of their own consumption instead, to gorge on words left to zero scrutiny by their moral compass. Gravity makes its own poles, and in this many have gone astray. How does one help? Only to the extent to which they are given permission to do so, support is separate from ‘help’ where help is to aide in the step over an obstacle, support is to cheer another on as they do it themselves. The difference between supporting a fighter in the ring as to jump in and land a punch in their name.

Meditate.

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