Object permanence

Tracking displacement is an exercise in the strength of the soul.

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We all have many and specific opportunities to live in service of one another.

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There are many factors, many influencers, many roadblocks that hinder our best efforts and energies in doing the right thing. In serving others with love and care.

We don’t always know it when we see it.

The opportunity.

We struggle and fight for a place in this world which oftentimes seems so fleeting and cheap. We wish for more. We hope for more. In the end what slips from our grasp is a true love of one another and most of all,

A peace that passes understanding.

We run circles around and sip around the truth hundreds of times in a day. Searching for a clue. We give up because the task is too hard.

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Day by Day.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow is just around the corner. What we have and what we do with in the now is sadly when the best opportunities may be missed.

Ultra sensitive, are you? One can only hope. “Pay attention to the silence.” (pf) The armor some of us polish and shine everyday in the hope of looking good, is really the shield we use to stop another from hurting us. No one wants a love that hurts. Some may never know it when they see it. True love that feels like a warm embrace.

Time tells us, shows us it can be felt though. Hopefully before it is destroyed by the very giver. The object of desire becomes a never -ending quest of truth. Whether it be real or fake. Is the journey to find out—if it—love really does exist?

Depends alot upon how much one is willing to “take”. The fight for the attentions of another can be a struggle of epic proportions. Pushed away before given a chance in the quest for love becomes the constant questioning of it. Relentless. Senseless.

A peace that passes understanding.

The understanding that whether an object can be sensed has no effect on whether it comes to exist (in the mind). (wk)

Put bluntly. In order to develop the permanence of the heart, one must be touched with the grace of His love. Handled with the care of a person who cares.🙂

If this objection is not felt, the feeling becomes a hazed of dazed dance steps going nowhere fast. “Cha, cha, cha.”💃🕺🏻 Heck, even monkeys can track the displacement of invisible targets, the invisible displacement is in the pre-frontal cortex, and that development is linked to the acquisition of object permanence.(wk)

Put bluntly. Connections are best sustained with the love and care of someone who cares.

The rest, you know becomes hazed and dazed and a futile attempt at a bonding that foundationally cannot be sustained.

Kinda like. Dogs at cats. The never ending fight between the dog and the cat. In the quest for proper object permanence. In the life of others.

Historically documented. The good ole dog. Is exceptional at object permanence. Never one to miss a meal, a dog is able to reach out. A dog is able to reach a level of object permanence that allows them to find food after it has been hidden beneath one of two cups and rotated 90 degrees. Cats can understand object permanence, but not to the same level as dogs. (Not a surprising finding to this particular dog lover).

Power versus powerful?

Maybe. It all comes down to the ultimate power struggle.The meaning of life. Shame closes the mind. Pride closed the mouth of the followers who questioned Jesus’ love and His father’s message of true love and caring. True love and caring. The dominion of the strongest? Maybe it works out for some. For the powerful…….

Important to note. Power makes us forget.(pf) Why? because the rush and the buzz is short-lived like a shot of whisky. Feels good in the moment. the withdrawl—not so much.

When we awaken each day,

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Not to an embrace but to a cross. We should thank God he listened to our silence. He gently guides us live in service to one another. And try to get it right. There are many, many voices pleading for peace. It is easy to pray for peace. It is more difficult to live in the harmony of peace.

Again, so many variables, so many roadblocks stand in the way.

Doesn’t have to be so complicated. It is, though. Power hungry fools may show up out of nowhere. Power is a fickle beast who always thinks it is right. Knows better. Power and arrogance say whatever it takes to get what it takes. Leaving the poorer of us wondering and wandering amidst the destruction of its forces.

The quest for love?

The object of another’s desire.

The power struggle of all power struggles.

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We struggle with the tangible. The intangible. Will we know true love ever? We wonder amongst the hurt, ill will and fake high fives. The quest takes on bigger meaning as the dollars and sense take on more weight and pounds.

True. There are imposters among us. Ones who do not really mean what they say. Sit across the table with a snear and a ready made smear under their breath just waiting to be uttered in gossip of another. The fight begins. The sparring and spewing, too. Words spoken that cannot be taken back.

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In context.

Out of context.

Put bluntly. Have the monkey on speed dial to save the day. Call in the monkey to figure it out for the human. Yep. Sad. But. True. Humans cannot or will not admit they have used monkeys for years in trying g to figure out the human condition. Then,

We take the credit for the monkey’s efforts. 🤓

The monkey, just scratches the top of its head in wonderment of how the human can be so selfish instead of selfless. Yep. The monkey knows who gave him or her the chance of a lifetime.

How?

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Day to Day.

With a conquering quest of love and care.

The monkey paid attention to the silence.