Running is a sacred act - it's giving ourselves to motion while a stillness grows within -two opposing forces that co-incide in a holy union. It's not that one force overcomes another - motion doesn't gain to the loss of stillness yet gives itself wholly to become even more in its caress against the stilled center of our being. It's a whisper in a quiet room - born from silence to a given meaning and again to silence in it's passing - yet the meaning lives on. We are at once the stillness within and the force that moves through all things. We are the whisper and the quiet room. We are the meaning. And something more - we are runners given to a sacred act.
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