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Bernadette: Hello, welcome back.

Bernardo: After a brief respite from absorbing our infinite widom, we now invite you to continue on the path to enlightenment. Lo, you have sought and you have found the importance of being not doing. But now you must embrace the paradox of life, of

~"Do ye what ye be and Be ye what ye do."~

Bernadette: Hey, that reminds me, should we tell our many fans who we really are? Ir, or...who we Be? Be-cause, we don't want to bee the cause of too much confusion, like a festering bee, BE, sting. What thinketh you, Bernardo?

Bernardo: Well spoken, O Wise one.

Bernadette: Yes, of course, mother-units have a way of be-ing that way.

Bernardo: And you have already revealed part of the truth, by BE ing who and what you are. I thinketh that if we just BE with all of our might, we will reveal our true selves to those who are ready to see us.

Bernadette: Grand, indeed...and lo, I might reveal that as the mother-unit in charge, I speaketh openly of our skills as channels of Spirit, and our willingness to be bringers of divine inspiration on our Blog of the Wise Ones, but in a fun, playful, play-acting sort of way. It is, after all, the realm of mother-units to play with their children, if not even that they are too old to play anymore...or so the world of preconcieved notions would tell us. But never do I pay heed to notions such as these, so play, we will.

Bernardo: Indeed, play we will. And in so doing we will reveal that truth is stranger than fiction, and fiction is truer than truth. But I speaketh of truth as that preconceived notion of how the world is supposed to "BE". Pay not heed to the notions of how things "should" be, but how they ~ARE~. In this way will you eliminate how your judgements limit you. Judging is an act of the mind, while BE ing is an act of the soul.

Bernadette: Indeed. I especially like to be stranger than fiction, because as was famously stated by Jack Nicholson in a movie, for many it can be said, "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!" So, stranger than fiction, I BE, in my truth of truths, and reveal it here for all to see.

Bernardo: What?

Bernadette: Exactly!!! Well said.

Bernardo: Lo! For sometimes we must speak utter nonsense and this is the purest form of truth. For if there is no preconceived meaning, others will interpret it as they may, and in so doing, BE their own truth.

Bernadette: You grasp my meaning, and eloquently state what I sought to reveal without even understanding it myself. It is, indeed, a grand world in which we are free to wield the paintbrush, creating what we may and attaching our meanings to our Creations, because we can. Because we BE.

Bernardo: And lo, for we must create as we be, and do as we create. We must "Think, and therefore BE." doing without being IS no good, while BEing without doing DOES no good. Therefore, you must do as you be, and be as you do. The meaning will attach itself, and in the eye of the beholder.

Bernadette: Indeed, and so it is. Thinketh you that we have created enough in the black void of uncertainty of BEINGNESS with our colorful brushstrokes, to bring joviality and LIGHT into the eyes of the beholders, that they may be cheered in knowing that other journeying souls are lost as they are, but creating their own way Home?

Bernardo: Yes indeed, I think therefore I am, and I am, therefore I think. Life BE an endless cycle of thinking, BE ing, and creating, and we have created enough for this one day. For when we continue, we will add to the wisdom of the ages, and our wisdom will grow until the day has come when we are dead and our wisdom will be complete. We need not focus on creating quantities of wisdom, but only continuing the FLOW of wisdom. When we are dead and gone, and the Blog of the Wise Ones is all that remains of our legacy, then, and only then, will our true and full meaning be clear. For only then will the river have flowed its course, and the waters will rest in a calm, and tranquil lake from which all may drink. Only then will people be forced to find their own answers to the questions they seek, and only then will our work be complete. Only then will our meaning be clear, for the eyes of the beholders will be clear and centered. Lo, so it IS.

Bernadette: Yes, my son, you speak many wise words for one so young...

Bernardo: Dearest Mother-unit, I be already eight and ten years of age...

Bernadette: Yes, and know ye only some day how young that is. But for now, let it rest that we may count your years not in Earth years, but soul years. And in the closing moments of our blog-fest, as I gaze upon your feet on the stool, I beseech thee, please go cut your toenails. Thank you.