Anonymous

“Our shit don’t stink.”

Nothing is perfect as everything has some sort of shit associated with it; some shit is smelly excrement, some shit is our casting shadows on others as we gaze at the sun. We rarely notice our own shit and often are oblivious of how it affects others. But we’re quickly put off by others’ shit.

The universe (the infinite manifestations of light) is perfect. When we are one with the light, we are one with everything and good with all shit because it is ours.