Lovely. All. The thought of waking in the morning and cleaning the house.
The light that shines on the smiling tiles.
The quiet of the hour. Midnight.
In the kitchen fruit on the counter. A bottle of olive oil. A pickled lemon in a jar.
The ticking of the clock that measures nothing.
There is no beginning, there is no end.
It's all experiences over and over, again and again.
Until we're noble in everything we think, speak, do..:)
"אלהים אתם ובני עליון כולכם".
Forevermore with the "good". The only thing that exists.