God wanted me to cram two egg and cheese bagels down my gullet this morning.
How do I know the divine’s hand intervened in my breakfast?
Because I ordered one bagel with two eggs and cheese from Dunkin’ Donuts and they handed me two bagels with eggs and cheese instead.
So, of course, I ate them both.
I mean, who am I to get in The Lord’s way?
Or, maybe, it was a test. To see if I’d actually exercise willpower in this situation and abstain from the second engulfing.
But I don’t think so.
Although, there’s really no way to be sure.
Maybe we’re not actually choosing between our choices. And if that’s the case, it would be more accurate to say that “we’re” not actually choosing between “our” choices.
Because what mystics and masters have been saying for thousands of years is now being proven by quantum physics: there’s only one of us.
Everything is one.
The seemingly separateness of the universe is an elaborate illusion.
With that out of the way, I happen to be at a Dunkin’ because one phone call lead to another, which lead me (or “me”) to walking into an auto mechanic shop which lead me to another. And since my car is there now, here I sit and wait.
About an hour ago, I felt something dangling around in my left nostril so I tried to surreptitiously fish it out with a napkin.
I looked up to see if there were any witnesses but all I noticed was an adorable little Asian boy being held by his mommy. And he, perfectly so, was also picking his nose.
Thirty minutes later, a knockout blonde wearing workout clothes waltzed in.
As I was checking her out, a guy working being the counter was also giving her the ol’ up-and-down. And then, like it was happening in a movie, the guy behind the counter gave me a quick look as if to say, “Hey brother, it’s a damn good day, right?”
These events, seemingly so insignificant, mean everything to me.
Because nothing is insignificant in oneness.
Especially with you and I.
Regardless of “space” and “time”.
And that’s one to grow on,
P.S. It’s now many hours later. After intense but rapid deliberation, I decided not to fix my car. Instead, I just hopped in a brand new one for a test spin. And I’m not sure what this means, but the song that came on as soon as I turned on the radio was R.E.M.’s “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It”
P.P.S Thank god for that second bagel because I’ve been at the dealership all damn day and haven’t had a bite to eat since.
P.P.P.S “And I feel fine.”
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