Life As Paradox

Living with duality: The notion of life as being simply one truth, one set of rules, one quantifiable experience in a static reality is about as kook-a-dook as a monkey driving a minivan filled with bon-bons on his way to a somatic therapy session with snoopy. (I suppose this could really happen, but for the sake of this thread, work with me) I witness the beautiful paradox in everything and as I embrace this notion of duality it becomes like a sweater that I love to wear and that same sweater becomes a part of who I am (i'm thinking merino wool--those soft new zealand sheep---mmmm). Inhale. Exhale. Ebb and flow. Peanut butter and jelly. 

Yeah.