Act from within. Follow the way step by step, moment by moment. You have reached this moment through infinite paths. It only appears that you followed a single way. The way is infinite, and so are you. The me of the body seems to be at a juncture brought about by a line of decisions over time. Without separation, though, there is no place or time, only illusion. Each event in your life is random and each event shapes the next event. This paradox of choosing and not choosing shapes your destiny. You are what you choose to be, but you are here randomly. There is no meaning to this except what you make of it.
