The adventure is the process. It is enthralling and colorful. We experience all kinds of things, and our ideas of experience evolve as we do…as our process evolves. We are one and the same.

There is something about our favorite fantasy stories that we find comfort in. It may be that something within us feels at home in a world with less limits. I think there may be something about us that knows almost anything is possible.

What could it be like if we become like this possibility (or quite literally, we realize we are it? I’ve talked about potential many times. The abstract and the “real” become the same thing when we relate with it. This relationship looks like us engaging with it in more whole ways as this process reveals to us new ways of being and relating.

The mythical symbols come alive in our consciousness in their own time. Myth moves from imagery and fantasy to reality. Worlds merge to create a new world. We are it.

We still think, but we are more aware of the responsibility that comes of it. Meaning is not something we struggle for or believe in. Meaning is what we do each day. Freedom is.

We are the living myths and those myths move through us. We see them expressed through civilizations throughout time. The names in these themes change, but the stories somehow seem the same. There are stories and characters churning within us that appear in architecture and works of art.

We are Hades and we are Heaven.

Time fades in the merging of what we assigned it to hold together.