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"A society grows great when old men plant trees, the shade of which they will never sit in" (from Afterlife)

Like a Banksia Man with many mouths, we are full of discordant and opposing voices, but perhaps there is a way of finding harmony.

The warm, bright, cycling sun. The strong, steadfast mountain. The deep, mysterious shadow. Dancing eternally with each other.

When we point at what we love, it is a way of knowing what it is we can or do love of ourselves.

Rather than a unified, coherent individual, humans are more like a ship steered by a whole crew of frequently opposing forces. 

If the heart were truly allowed to lead - what would it do? What would it say? What advice would it give on our individual healing?