I’ve been thinking about a lot things – all things that separate people from one another and one of the biggest misconceptions seems to be that it is cultural or language or religion (though the last two can certainly be included with culture), but I don’t know if I necessarily agree with that assessment. I think the biggest thing that separates human beings is love, the understanding of love (not just the expression of it or the feeling of love) or even the acceptance of love.

I’ve been through a long and wondrous journey- sometimes good, sometimes ‘bad’, but I haven’t lost sight of ME and who and what I am. Not yet, anyway. :) There are times when I feel helpless as it seems my life is spinning out of control, but those are the times when I actually felt as though I actually had to DO something, as though I was the one running the show. It sounds funny, doesn’t it? To say that I ‘thought’ I was the one running the show? But what I mean by that is, I made the assumption that I was the one in control, me, Marie, that I was somehow the one that made the calls and that I was separated from everyone and everything else. But that was never the case. I could think that I am the ‘apriori’, the cause from the very beginning, or that I am, Marie, an effect to an apriori event. Perhaps I am both, but does being either assume that MARIE has anything to do with the successes or failures in her life? Not necessarily. :)