The Silver Box


"When we brag about it and "try" to cherish it by hanging onto it and putting it in a silver box, saying "This is it," we get to uncreate it and play "the way we were" and/or "that was it and nothing else can ever match up."

When we are willing to throw away the silver box and share, we realize how real it is, and let it change.

When we share without the silver box, we can create and uncreate whatever we had once placed or would have otherwise put in the silver box; we can create and uncreate what we're sharing. This way, even perfection does not run us.

Another name for the silver box is the casket. You and I remember this well, don't we?"

"Transformations" John Dan Reib, 1976


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