What if you knew?

What if you knew that you are part of a continuous whole, that cannot be broken, that cannot be shattered, that cannot be divided, except by the imaginations of those who do not know?

What if you knew that no matter how things appear on the surface, no matter how strained and stressed and distressed everything looks and feels and sounds and tastes and smells, the truth of the matter is…

Everything is in its Proper Place, an essential part of what-is-becoming? And to ask it to be anything other than what-it-is, would mean having less of the kind of life you deserve?

What if you felt this so deeply in your core, that nothing anyone — including your mind — could tell you could convince you otherwise?

What if you just knew?