The Juggle.

I’m chasing The Juggle.

Every juggler knows what I’m talking about. I’ve been chasing the Juggle so long I’m chasing the dream of the Juggle.

I worship at the altar of the Juggle. Striving for excellence. Chasing the dream of perfect balance, perfect timing, perfect words to describe what it feels like when you drop into the Juggle.

When the Juggle leaves you and returns? That is joy. I cannot know closeness without distance.

Let me do good by the Spirit of the Juggle. Let me do good by the the vague and undefined principles of Mystical Agnosticism from which the Spirit of the Juggle was born and will be revealed.

We are always building the new world, so let us build world in which we’d like to live.

The Juggle cannot be crystallized into words or contained in a moment. Be grateful for its visitation.

I am a space holder. I’m just hanging out with the crew saying shit. We’re all just tossing it back and forth, dreaming up the Juggle together. We did not think it would be easy, but we were promised the thrill of success and the frustration of failure. All on the Universe’s great Pendulum Swing.

Let this be a poem or an incantation, a worthwhile prayer to the unseen world. Let us understand ourselves enough to know we may never understand ourselves.

Teach us with stories of gnomes and wizards, vaguely branded as the Cultiverse. You have always been and will always be welcome in the world we Juggle together.

Let us Juggle this reality together with humility and optimism, and at its core love. Yes, that old indefinable chestnut of a principle: love. May it be ever worth our worship.

Let us live this life with the curiosity for the illusive Juggle, that state of mind where anything is possible as long as we don’t think about it too hard, as long as we don’t look at it straight in the Juggle.

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