diaphor

We live in accord with the metaphors we have adopted. They now form the shaping of our consciousness. (Folk with differing clusters of metaphors find it hard to understand each other.) Few open to diaphor, the seeing through, the making transparent of metaphor, the widening and expansion of consciousness.

prancing on a pony

Every one of us has a story
of who we are, of what's going on.
Every one believes their story to be true,
other's stories as unreal, and give explanations
that convince no one but themselves
and their fellow story inmates.
Very few dwell outside of story.
The story of no story is still a story.
Few know how to just be
without prancing on a pony.
This is my story.

no problem

Whatever you believe, you believe, and as the current phraseology exclaims, no problem. As for me, I take things personally. God plays the scales on my harmonium and occasionally bursts into a symphony of joy. We merge and there is no we. No indulgence in self-exiled cosmosturbation.