Two inches of slush last night froze on tree branches overnight. So when the sun shone this morning, the icy trees shimmered like diamonds.It's cold. It's wet. It's icy. It's beautiful. It's dangerous driving. It's heavenly.
Our attention freezes onto one of these qualities and calls it "the truth" to the exclusion of the others.
We freeze our attention into beliefs and cling to what our minds tell us.
Meanwhile, the ice on the trees is cold, wet, icy, and beautiful. Truth encompasses it all.
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