I believe sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together….Like a seed. The seed thought it knew what it was until it did not. The seed becomes something it could not fathom based on where it began. Creation rarely travels alone; its companion, destruction, always hitches a ride.
The #bitcoin seed planted inside me grows….
The old dies to make space for the new. 💜 Rinse and repeat.
Very well said!!
So beautifully expressed 🧡
Also, I love the Angel Oak! It is so magical that we go out to see it every time we’re in the vicinity.
Thank you. Very well said. It reminds of the lodge pole pine cone. It doesn’t open up without intense heat. It is why forest fires are needed to regenerate a forest and why First Nations people knew to light controlled fires.
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