Purpose (being in Being)

Look to the side more.  The feeling of being in an orchestra,  looking at the notes on the page, but the peripheral vision catching - no grokking or absorbing - the conductor,  the director.  

I can look at note by note by note,  and hit them all correctly, but not have the context which the director has.  Simple corollary for life.

When I am around a long timer,  or somebody with just peace, then the fragmented ideas of what I should be,  what I could do what I could be known for get subsumed by their presence.  

The answer is not prescriptive, it is experiential.  It is lived. Its is presenced.

In being in Being,  there is no here to there,  no pull, no emptiness, just a soft flow of stillness.

Paradox in perfection.