There is an experiencing happening lately which makes me think of the last of the winter’s frost melting away and the coming of spring with life bursting all around. Except it is those last vestiges of ‘me’ making way for the “utter fullness” [my attempt at a bit of art 
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It is very calm too, this is rather pleasing as it was a very intense period of digging and daring which lead to this place.
This utter fullness, it not only refers to the world, it also refers to the flesh and blood body called Kuba :
Richard: Voluntary ‘self’-sacrifice means an altruistic offering, a philanthropic contribution, a generous gift, a charitable donation, a magnanimous present; to devote and give over one’s being as a humane gratuity, an open-handed endowment, a munificent bequest, a kind-hearted benefaction. A sacrifice is the relinquishment of something valued or desired for the sake of something more important or worthy … it is the deliberate abandonment, relinquishment, forfeiture or loss for the sake of something illustrious, brilliant, extraordinary and excellent. It means to forgo, quit, vacate, discontinue, stop, cease or immolate so that one’s guerdon is to be able to be unrepressed, unconstrained, unselfconscious, uninhibited, unrestrained, unrestricted, uncontrolled, uncurbed, unchecked, unbridled, candid, outspoken, spontaneous, relaxed, informal, open, free and easy. As I have remarked before, ‘I’ go out in a blaze of glory.
This is what I glimpsed yesterday, that the flesh and blood body called Kuba has/is an organic integrity, there is a free flowing dignity intrinsic to what he is, whereas ‘I’ can never be that as ‘I’ am an identity. This is a difference not in degree but in kind, it’s a difference that ‘I’ can never ever possibly make up - this ‘I’ can also see without a shadow of a doubt now.