The outcome is transcendence. Every run is no less a subtle shift of being - our steps an edge to different worlds. We exist as form, thought and ego and this is the true world of our illusions. We are something all together more - and less. Distance is the great lessening - form and thought become spacious through miles and ego has less to hold to. We wander the great space we once occupied as merely a runner. We are travelers now - coming to the infinite as if an open road. For a length of distance we are running pure and formless as spirit. It doesn't have to last. We only need know that it has occurred. And will again.
Peace,
Eric
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