Value - the superficial labeling of people or things used to disguise ignorance - is a term when applied normally serves to confuse and obfuscate rather than shed light or clarify. The three nouns in the question above contain the answer. Gift, value, and you when paired together form the obvious yet camouflaged valueable gift of you. The presence of self always trumps presents - given or received. In this vein, recognizing our own body, life, existence as the gift that keeps on giving simultaneously to ourselves and others, shows us that what is present in our lives is simply a gift we have given ourselves. If the life I am living is anything less than stellar, I only need look to me as the source of that discontent. To remember life as happening through me and for me - cyclical, waves of experience coming and going, all in perfect rhythm - breaking down the invisible barriers created in this third dimension of time and space. The sand follows the outbound tide, pulling the grains from my toes - a washing away of thought particles - dust left behind from the destruction of once was. I turn to walk home, leaving no trace as the ocean wipes my footprints with gentle swipes. I have nothing. I am nothing. I leave nothing. This is my gift.
DIO
Philosopher, Author, Artist, and no thing in particular. Beyond description. Completely unknown, yet totally familiar. Knows no thing and re-members every thing...same as you.
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