As a runner - there comes a separate reality the moment of my run. The reality of life other than a runner falls with every step. Soon - even the concept of runner ends and I am only motion. Thoughts pass by in the absence of the thinker. Feelings belong only in relation to forward momentum. I am breathed as if a function of a larger world. It's just a run. A perfect expression of nothing else - but the run.
Peace,
Eric
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