Today I've been looking into this pull to share.  There is no other to share with. This is just manifestation of consciousness, of innocence to surround itself with peace. It arises out of itself for itself. Like one of those fountains in the middle of an old European city. Giving itself force to rise and allowing itself to fall, equally beautiful. And it will go on as long as it wants to go on. There is no THIS that is more THIS than THIS. No contest, no more or less. There's nothing to compete against. Nothing to merge into. It is THIS looking at itself in the form of colored light.  Child.