The ride home was not eventful, really. I didn't run into anything nor did anything run into me. I stayed on the road, followed the car in front of me, glanced into the evening sky, noticed the blazing trail of a space launch of some sort leaving a pretty tail, stopped at the mailbox a few driveways from the house, pulled into my driveway and parked the car. The ride home was obviously not important.
However, I don't believe that. A shift of events in any one direction could have changed the universe. The fact the shifts did not occur on this particular ride home is just as relevant to everything else in the world as if they did occur. Maybe the nonoccurance of anything I would perceive as eventful was the shift.
That's my thought for the day, and I'm sticking to it.
Peace. Love, Linda
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