Infants of being.

What great and brave beings we are, we give of our selves to others as infants, as children, to be born from them, into their care, we allow our selves to be so vulnerable, so much trust in those who them selves are in flux, in a world in flux. Did some of us who once made it out of here simply extend out too far once it was over, once we were liberated and lost our selves, became unconscious again in desires that embodied us once more? Do these desires wrap them selves around another desire, a desire for a fuller expression of being, of ones innermost depths, so that we can give and receive such currants of depths with other beings; of imagining, of further imagining, of creating the conditions for such depths of being to be manifest, expressed, shared, harmonized, synthesized, with continuity, yet over and over again each time a little different, each time a little more fulfilling. By imagining this to come about, by making this come about, we come about. We transfigurate creation, each other as well as our selves.